foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- INVOCATION (short poem) "How can I write a Holy Litany in your silly mood?" --Allen Ginsberg BEGIN INVOCATION: O malignant God You rise out of the bile of human Wastelands I must have reached the end of my Rope to come to You Yes, rope Rough and chafing Just like his� his� You see, my Lord, they're so vain Sooooo vain Ha! No human Could cause me to feel thus No man can touch me No one but You sees how I grow old and die everyday in my mirror Or in the magic one at Burger King Where I go to consult the Devil Meat is murder meet is murder meetings are murder I dress in white to be a virgin sacrifice to my Holy Pain And they�re so vain Sooooo vain They probably think the slits along my veins are About them, so I don�t make such slits, thus such petty ties Keep me here, DID SOMEONE HURT YOU They ask me No. No man can touch me. DID SOMEONE HURT YOU No, I�ve known nothing but the love I have rejected For Him The Endless God of Rotting from the Inside Out: Devil, I'll dim the lights breathe Your Hot Breath down my neck 6:36 a.m. - 2004-02-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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