Saturday, June 18, 2011

"When the everywhere-eye asks you

who is the emperor of the sky
Take the archangel's thunderbird

Go to Edgar Allen in the tower of sleep
He'll tell you a story which makes you to creep
The echo of your cries is falling so deep


Rent a destroyer and sail to Cape Cod
There lives a lion, they call him God
There is no elevator to Eden, but a hole in the sky


In shock-corridors
Are standing people
With their eyes in their hands

But they don't understand
Don't get that your confessional
Flare into the vaulting flight of stairs


Baiting soldiers sleeping in melting house of wax
Why is the audience 
not taking the insurrection-axe
Thousands of windows burst open
And alarm bells are broken"

(art by Kot Valeriy)


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