Seventh Dispensation
2-15-16
Yeah, may it be more jam sessions
With my heroes traded for ghosts
Come parasites and their hosts
Clad with the vesture of integrity
The robe of righteousness
I dream of a counterfeit twenty
All for inebriety
For lo, they are gone befuddled
Of destruction we daub it and smear it
Looking for Daudet
And letters de mon Moulin
Memphis shall bury us right where we lie
It's that force field that makes a world of difference
Voices said that I'm lost
What will you do on this solemn day
But just this
O, come and gather together
With hasty and crude strokes of another thankful pen....
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