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Ritual Item
7-4-17

Hit him with a left hook
Adding to my heap one more book
In terror viewing the bands of Orion
Wading through much tribulation
Just like any indoor picnic
Where America has grown soft
Stored in a vat of water
And a clean feel of steel
And a free meal
As to scorch the earth
Where Mother Nature reminds us
Of how awesome God is
Unerringly to hit the target
Visiting Tir Na Nog in my heart
Where love triumphs
For wreathes of fierce desire
Falling again to the earth like the rain
That cools things off....





Under A Shadow Of A Peach Tree
7-4-17

Greatly persecuted by those voices flying towards me
Like spears saving my appetite for those hot dogs
In no need to have such fears
O, cauldron of rebirth for what its worth in the myth cycle
To pierce the eye of the giant
Take a little trip with me as to shrink beneath
In a sea outranked
Your earth and ocean of emotion
Our devotion for our Omner
In the land of Zarahemiah
Soon we go our own way
For the Pittsburg Pirates
Seek your treasure in the Scripture
If you can grasp what lies deep...