"Oh rose, thou art sick The invisible worm
that flies in the night In the howling
storm Has found out thy bed of crimson
joy And his dark secret love Doth life
destroy" (Wm. Blake) Oh fallen star of
wormwood grace Grant me the smile of Janus
face Give me a twin identity A false
integrity To my city set upon the hill With a godlike view at my own will Give me
the cure for the world´s pain Give me the god
of Cain For damned in forbearance I have
crawled Half awake Iïve gotten old I
got the gum card of every sin Sent for the
Christ to win Deviltry Some simple
deviltry Black deviltry The vice of
kings and knaves The king of kings and
knaves Bunch of slaves For I got no
promises to keep Wouldn´t bother to sow even
less to reap And I know there´s sense in
being sane There´s reality to blame But
I still got something resembling pride So one
more time give me a ride Crush in my nasal
bone and ride Rattle my spine
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