| Devils Desiderata
Devil Desiderata
When the music stops
And the dance of Pan slows to a tranced out gait
All elixers gone
When springs orgiastic seance sees the morning light
Seeping in through the basement windows
Of crackroom houses
When all alchemic blends of artificial emotion
Come crashing to a standstill
On a jail house floor
One is left to wonder
When will the devil come to play again ?
Here where the dead dare to be danced apoun
Here where we hurt the angels for pleasure
Here where the natural ends
And the surreal begins
Our desiderata of sin beckons
And who are we to turn it away ?
Refuse this well walked path of shooting star lives
Souls sprinkled in demon dusts
Lounged in liquids dripping exctasy
Encompassed in baleful curtains of shared smoke
Who are we
To ask to return to innocence once again ?
On this
The day we heard the music end
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