I saw and thought I drew the Dark
Opened down the doors
That led to lead and salt
The cuckoos that melt kisses
Back to the criminal sketch
Of crayon spells and biro grimoires
Katasonic Parangelic
The theory is filled
With hopes and nodes
Catching breath
Dreaming vowels
And underage the horses
Underwater in their hearts
Beating in the cemetery snow
By hedge and sedge
I dodged Gog
But marked Magog out
On the promised plain
Gutted health open and slid down
Into hundreds of hells
Singing like ovens
In the middle of the rushes
And hiding from the storms
Katasonic Parangelic
Writer(s): David Michael Tibet
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