The River Runs
Red
In Crocodile city
Like the
Blood Soaked Earth
That Lays Crimson
On these African Lands
The Clotted River Languidly
Transports the Palm Wicca baskets
Downstream As the Village Women's Tears
Attempt
Too dilute the Foaming Guilt
Of their Offering
Laid in Wiat
Fat
&
Indolent
Awaits the Corocdiles
Their Blood Lust
Still Wretched and Unfulfilled
As the silence falls over the Bank
And all that can be heared is the
Locus
Golden Shimerring Reptilian Eyes
Leave a snaking wake in its Path
As Calligula Crocdile
Mounts his Mud-Mound-throne
And
DecimatesFury
And the cries fall silent
Full and Disgusting
With Indulgence
Calligula
Lights his cigar
And Sips Delicatley from his
Moet
He Drank his full
And the People Still Arent Free
Because This is Africa
And everything is a Commodity
And there'a reason the land looks like it was
Kicked up by the
Devils Heel
So Close your Western Eyes
Because all that is here are Nightmares
As we
Become like them
A
Ghost in the Darkness
Red
In Crocodile city
Like the
Blood Soaked Earth
That Lays Crimson
On these African Lands
The Clotted River Languidly
Transports the Palm Wicca baskets
Downstream As the Village Women's Tears
Attempt
Too dilute the Foaming Guilt
Of their Offering
Laid in Wiat
Fat
&
Indolent
Awaits the Corocdiles
Their Blood Lust
Still Wretched and Unfulfilled
As the silence falls over the Bank
And all that can be heared is the
Locus
Golden Shimerring Reptilian Eyes
Leave a snaking wake in its Path
As Calligula Crocdile
Mounts his Mud-Mound-throne
And
DecimatesFury
And the cries fall silent
Full and Disgusting
With Indulgence
Calligula
Lights his cigar
And Sips Delicatley from his
Moet
He Drank his full
And the People Still Arent Free
Because This is Africa
And everything is a Commodity
And there'a reason the land looks like it was
Kicked up by the
Devils Heel
So Close your Western Eyes
Because all that is here are Nightmares
As we
Become like them
A
Ghost in the Darkness
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