12 April 2012

Spartacus

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The sin of pride

Stiffens the knees

The fault of logic

Breeds tiny Spartacus’s

Against the great fable

My god’s are musicians

Dylanesque skatellites

Cardboard cutouts

Of phony electromania

My magic bullets zig zag presidentially

Into the heart of the Saviour

I’m the lone gunman

I never miss the mark

Bring on the conflict

I wanna get it on

Peace and harmony

Breed stagnation

And armchair horrors

Roll out the H bombs

Let’s go nuclear

Could anything be more senseless

Or sterile

Than God’s terrible plan?

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