At full moon where the shadow of the shanty tower ends, there lays... a nest of dead flies to come alive at daylight...
In your daydreams...
It attacks the tower of doves in the cold autumnal village
The tower of strenght is now in danger
The village's scepter is buried there
Let us rebuild the past, the leader says
While he tries to find his mirror image
By fooling the people with politics
The flies will eat from his sores until he gives up the hunt for whores...
But at twelve we shall connect the darkness with the moonlight
Enlighten the night's eyes
In a howling prayer to God
Who will decide between sides
The power's at stake
In this thriller night
The old seer has prophecied
The flies are the sign, he has warned
No one shall come out at night
But the warriors of night time,
The shreeking bats, will circle around the tower
He who digs there is worthy of power
At full moon where the shadow of the shanty tower ends
There is the king of dead flies
The herdsman of church prayers
The exterminator of false shadows
Before calmth returns to it all
Now I always see them flies
Every time I cry
In every garden hole
I watch trolls
I see flies on their back
That's how herds attack
It's a mental omen
They rip the flesh, the women
Angry liberal voices
Conscience surrounded choices
This is the day to die!
Of eating the mental flies
Soon it's over for them too
They don't see anything
Out of their dark, round
Hollow zombie fly eyes
Their life has come to an end
Ours begins now
And swaying they move towards
The ridge of your empty eyes
And where your mouth was
At my hidden mansard
Close to the temple of bliss
The power of universe
Some salute the souvenir
But we don't mind
The time is near
To parade into the silent sun
© GdJ
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