'tween moonshine meanderings
on sanity's sacred ground or
over listless wastelands of the lost,
a daily furrow is ploughed. And you,
the harbinger of my ambiguous
damnation, hide the heavens' eyes
that they may wink a timely wink
and miss the hellish deeds my hands
so heinously commit.
Concrete besmears ears of corn,
thus, containing, nay! - imprisoning
the righteous toils of mankind
that it may make lamebrains of us all.
Oh, devilish deeds that simmer beneath
a hellish sun, and festoon our fallacious
hearts, make like mercury and shift your
blasted form! Paint our piteous souls
a lighter shade of black and let the angels
lay in our vagabond's bosom.