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cream on the fantasy

laugh at the flaming comic

there is an ancient fear of Saturn’s myth

can a mystical pregnancy be crawling, within an evil demon

manifested to lose its soul,

for ages living in deep-red chaos and bound in

prison



cream on the fantasy

cry at the flaming tragedy

How is the poet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[he’s shooting a stationary machine gun]

at the beast and his psycho master

preserve the reptile and the king of the conspiracy

change the proportions

drive away towards, the mountain range

and when she pops into view



show her these rings around Saturn

near an artistic scene

of a fountain with artificial waterfalls

shallow-water fancies

calm down on the perfect battleground

for a celestial war is at hand

she's dressed in skin-tight black leather pants and a revealing black half-tee.

lift her shirt the extraterrestrial moisture sizzles on fiery wings

we are slipping in and out of the killing zones

firing the green plasma contained in the bowels of the earth



cream on the fantasy

die in the flaming end