the moon when full shines weary love on sacred stone,
the sacrifice was all its blessing
until doors hold and shadows make time worthy of death
i speak to no other than my own divine coven
i am guilty of this treason and i am needy of this lust to
change
us upon ourselves is useless, i hate for us to live under
the trade of the higher hand of ruling, 
burn them out and through things at there residings, lets
flush the beast out and his hand will burn with the blood of
our brothers and fathers and sisters and mothers that went
before and save those yet to rise.
when i look up i see the clouds forming a pentimento of make
believe torture instruments that once grew there but yet
since obscured by the new clouds, lining up to take heads
completely off of shoulders, 
we are not real, reality a fallasy, sick with seamon slurred
words playing ballet with baseball bats, but no curse i've
had before or after my time in church will measure the
moment more or less lightly than those cold snowy days back
in younger cradled youth like visions and broken up emptied
dark stair wells and shrink wrap bubbles tongue topples and
asks not for entanglement but enlightenment, frustration and
anger are dominent, i grew seperately from society and
continue to do so with only a few more adjustments, i still
slip when i use my mobile phone and i slip again when i
watch my big screen tv, but i'm learning, keep the the weed
burning, when the smoke fills my lungs i remember who i am
and what i've got to do, i don't need to be afraid there and
here and over there and up up and away and slender beads of
sweet blood that flows through the roots of the tree that
keeps you and i as us and we, me i look and see that the
innocent little children i love there are 2 and soon 3,
another life i bring in, offer to this world so i ask the
earth to look kind on this birth and all births from now
until i die and return, only then can you turn your back,
release me as a rock, plain and boring and yet no pain or
problem, no visions and no motivations, no luck and no
burdens, pronounce me dead at birth, but keep all others
loved and safe from harm.