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I stand before the throne

Five thousand years

Of grungerock

Filling my ears



You rise a dust around

My feet you speak

To me in the tongue

Of angels



I float and spin webs

Around your punk dreams

Tails wagging

You beg



My laughter rises

Above my jeweled post;

Alabaster, two-edged sword

I submit to all your entreaties



Dust rises amid

The seagulls

Your hasty spinning sends aloft

Surrounded by the sound of wings I join you



I destroy all the walls

Around all the fears

Of the world's lovers

All for your ancient heart