In Our Beginning:

Once on a clear summer's day

Mid August, three minutes

Past the hour of Fourteen

A B.C. Prince encountered a tramp



Her name was Margot, for

She was hairy with gills

She sang of frogs and Vaseline

And slept on blades of Ether



They became married two days

After Heaven caught fire

And made love on Fabergé pillows

Until the prince came and hung

Himself from a weeping willow.

Vida:

Is there a limit to life?

such as and such is this view.

Inconsistent heresies and hallowed Icons.

Gods and demons swim in the lotus pool,

followed by ugly and hated attendants.

Beasts call out names,

as the children live for games.

And one is central and nearly toppled.

A belief which persists inspite of itself.

Falsehood living through every age.

Men and Animals are ensared by it's luscious promises.

And where oh where is it?

Hidden amongst the poplar trees?

A phantom above a self-defecated system?

Or just the great and awesome proposer of purpose?

Insignificant and lithe,

a cherry from a scarred branch.

I and I find no remorse,

no solitude,

and no hatred of hope.

Just for hope.

You see, life is the heresy.

Oh can you feel the stones falling,

my Epicures?"

Bab-Ilu:

You stand there as

A memory of Babylon

In mock reverence of old

A nouveau-ancien ruin



You count the days and times

Like a sad, sundry sundial

And pikid shadoes scar

Your haughty altars and heights



O' temple to the god nouveau-riche

Sacrificer of fertile imaginations

Your edifice grows taller as

The hungry backs break beneath

Kadima, ya ish!:

Man, o hallowed man!

Are you not beloved?

G-d and creation

Sing your praises



O man, I watch you always

You strive to be like gods

And come out repulsive, dead

Like the gods you imagine



O man, you ask for love

You ask for knowledge

But with your soul, your lust

You want simple death and fucking



Man, o hallowed man!

May we all be like you

What happy gods, humanity

O Bacchulus, enlighten me



O man, creator of worlds

Make for me a paradise

A vast nothingness, a not

Where I can be everything