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Doomsday Scroll
moot points
I want to see the greats
of every generation
Didn’t the bulls roar
without divination
Gimme pie in the sky
Lemme die of dehydration
let that come to pass
in a bottled watered nation
Controlling all our senses
With a wily grip intensely
I don’t wanna machine
stalking my intentions
a new ally
another mother of invention
I’m no Teflon Don
So hold the spurious litigation
there’s been an infestation
It’s in the infiltration
I wanna see the greats
of every generation
Played across my screen
Not some perfect delineation
written in the prophecies
of poets who don’t rhyme
…the soundtrack of our lives
deciphered like a crime
Classic sculptures pacified
Vincent’s paintings ratified
I don’t need to bite the hand
Control my confrontation
It’s fallen by the wayside
Doomed by liberation
Crushed by my own antics
please sir I want some more
I know it’s inevitable
But I’m rebelling — that’s what’s for
voicing all the moot points
Superfluous
– a vacuous rabble ranting
Have I contributed to the pillaged art
contributed to its fall
played by hand a doomsday scroll
As if already planned
Godspeed sex, drugs ‘n rock ’n roll
thanks for your last stand
