You Cannot Petition The Lord

I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

Do You Know How Pale & Wanton Thrillful Comes Death On A Strange Hour Unannounced, Unplanned For Like A Scaring Over-friendly Guest You've Brought To Bed Death Makes Angels Of Us All & Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Raven's Claws

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

I Can Make The Earth Stop In Its Tracks. I Made The Blue Cars Go Away. I Can Make Myself Invisible Or Small. I Can Become Gigantic & Reach The Farthest Things. I Can Change The Course Of Nature. I Can Place Myself Anywhere In Space Or Time. I Can Summon The Dead. I Can Perceive Events On Other Worlds, In My Deepest Inner Mind, & In The Minds Of Others. I Can I Am

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.