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Of Maenads and Beautiful Beasts (2019)

  • James Long
  • May 5, 2020
  • 1 min read

Give me rain, give me envy, give me excess, just not rest.

Give me passion, give me failure, give me struggle give me test


Light a bomb in my forlorn heart

Blow apart my convictions, end the charade.

Tear the flesh and the mask apart,

Bind the beast to the seraph, pen to the blade.


I'll be empire, I'll be war, I'll be poetry, I'll be more.

Toss the till out, let it roar.

Ride the spiral, what's in store.

Half a mind away, no more lies to say, bring me fire today

Break the wheel.

Want the ground to shake, want mistakes to make, I want risks to take

No more deals


Jerusalem with my own two hands

On my own two feet, redemptive seed.

Kali Yuga drum beat in every breath,

Love in every death

I've got rules to bleed.


Evermore.

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