An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals

and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood?

Do you know we are ruled by T.V. ?

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

Oh great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying

We live, we die and death not ends it

Journey we more into the Nightmare

Cling to life our passion'd flower

Cling to cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got filled with green death

(I touched her thigh & death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life  flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept and only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperamento

(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised

Where is the wine

The New Wine?

(dying on the vine)

Jim Morrison

(Jim Morrison nasceu a 8 de dezembro de 1943)