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Two children were made with these hands
I gave my childhood to them
I've never backed down from any man
Hard work is only love with no sentiment

Sure, take a look if you like
It's just the job that I'm doin' tonight
Some twenty years have come and gone of this

There's a silver stream, laid across the sky.
And this city lifts, up its arms to it.
As I wait for you, Evangeline.
Yes my eyes have seen, your unselfishness.
And my fingers touched, your two sleeping lips.
As the echos passed, just above our heads.
As the city flashed, just beneath a cloud.
That concealed the stars, that reflected sound.

Unravel the noose from my neck
Feed your children the evil I've left
Yes I am now rising up from
Your shiny red pool of human plastic pollution
And scum

Now she is a genius to me
She feeds where my pink heart once beat

we came up from the sea
then we lay in the sand
but continue to breathe
watching michaels white hands
now the wind brings a thirst
and some seeds from the past
and they come in a swarm
to deliver their harm

Where are you wounded girls
With bruised faces and blackened eyes
Break open your glass doors
Welcome the whirling debris
Carve your name there
In the marble and concrete

Kill idiot violence

simon is stronger than us
focused and painting when exhausted or drunk
and francis he did that thing too
tho francis drawed london and made no excuse
but simon makes children seem large
like sphinxes that freeze up our quarrel
and simon is scared of no fools
like hard new york lawyers or famous moguls

Violence
Violence
Is in these bones
Is in these lungs

Innocence
My innocence
Red flower of bloom

When the warm wind blows through the corridors and tiled walls
There you are, the mad guardian of your empty room
Your memories were tortured by the scent of ocean through the halls
And where was I, the one that you loved best?

Now show me how to hold the knife that cuts the page
To crucify the weakness and the guilt I use for faking strength
Now I remember, I crawled naked across the broken stage

The garden hides the jewel beneath the dirt and rotting leaves.

Your skin shines white as pearl against your blackened bed of soil.

And I am the saint that falls upon your dreaming lifeless from.

Pink dolphin lips accept the shape and shine with liquid innocence.

I, I wrote a poem
on your porcelain white back
and you, you cut the cord in me,
and you, wore the mask-
painted red, with golden cross,
and in your hands of glitter blue,
you hold the knife the cuts the sun,
the polished knife, it cuts me too.