Plato Resigns – Race of Mud

Death follows love
In the sound of a summer morning

Death follows love
After tucking you in

Death follows love
Like the beauty within

Death follows love
In The Blossoming of Light

(Death follows hurt)

Death follows love
In the garden of Piss

After this. After this:

Death follows hurt
Like you’ve never seen

Death follows hurt
Even the most beautiful queen

The Angelus

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(Sanity’s requiem for promises true to its word version)

O’Holy Night the dawn
Rises
Rises again for the first time
First day after the first
Week

As the Creator exhales his
Drunk, barren, woolen, softer treadmill of reason
With his residue disciplines its Arch
Angels properly
Weak
Wrong side
Of the ladder
To the

Claims The Angelus, is that a claim?
It was the first of the fallen
the fallen nine
As rocket science rocket man rocket breach
Acting rockets shoots down like healthy
Broken Arrows.
Rotten Robot. Another claim.
Another rock is why just not
Why just because

With his sinister troubled mortified
Civil war scars of it
The angel, Claimer Killer, Question mark, there lies,
A, the
Deepest truth,
Hollow howl,
Of the
Real Creator

And so for advancing
developing,
staggering,
lingering, a nun
Trafficking, les premier homme
the question
Mark
The middle
Thing

O’ holy as the parent of this immortal creature
Let the heaven’s rage.

And the Creator spins the
Of lucid, elusive, yearning, yawing and yielding
To Surf
On
To Hold
On the
Wheel
Down to live amongst
Men

Not as watchers
Not as men
Not as prophets
Not as thieves
Not as beggars
Not as kettle farmer
As a fallen

Where it dwells today on
Sweet wrinkled raisin pillows
Black as ravens against
Its arch
Angel wings, demon breath
Angel dance, demon dance dance dance
Angels spins on the
Wheel

A big city
In the West
A big sign
A big tent
A big freak show lair
It saw a passing there
And hides its luminous
skin deep within
Promises promises promising
Eternal darkness, a
Requiem
For Sanity
For Government Disciple Hieroglyphs
Laughing On the
Fireplace
Fire scent, sense of smell,
Angel dust,
It is
Waiting.

Always a drumming rhythm attracts
Attention at amongst apostles
Afterglow
Warning of Creator
And its sense of revenge
Claim. Creator. Game
Change

About its own intentions and own inventions and information as indictment fashioned drug declining
Super mega jupiter
Ultra dosage
Sinister sane, citizen marx, oscar wild thing reasoning for eviction at heaven’s
Gate
the Garden immortal never claims
Clings to beg a differ, calculating
Every sin,
Every fallen wing
Saying to the
Angels of the sinister angel
City in simplicity: nothing

As for most of moist colored dips of paper fled
Tumbleweeds fucks hummingbirds, tropical
Killer bees, the serpent, the beast, aztec d n a
Amphibian ancestors tell their peers, to throw
A scenery of society will cause a difference involuntarily
Invulnerability imperfections
On its own reflects
As close to nothing, nothing, nada as impossibly hopelessly superb

The figurine that is known as the angelus
Casts a terror horror image of a
Superpower, Opera lover, lightning strikes.
However
Lots of grace
Ham and the 23 psalm
Grace

In fallen angel speed down to earth,
Its figure is both elegant embryo formed
It makes the spine
Go downhill
Lightning strikes again
Nearer than that toy sided tipsy television think tank theory
Before It sucks out all of the words, on which it feeds
I have to reveal just one small speculation
Sinister sin suddenly shaking suits spacesuit
Its energy on me
Question
Mark
Question

I have to claim
The angelus
Doesn’t seem to be evil
As its sitting still
Reading of denmark, of mesopotamian kiss of portugal:
Reading of requiems for sanity, destiny, Athena, Pandora,
Ready film it
As takes on wings
Then puts on motorcycle
Glasses

And so it flies away lightning speed
Over the valley to feed
As said on word, on thought, on questions
Randomly
Suffering
As
You and me
Everyone is a promise
Broken
Sounds
Its last recorded revolution
Claim moment

The angelus
The first birth, les premier homme
Of sacred knowledge, informative, did never devil!
In reality out of realms ,did never ever in history
Never did , (holy holy)

Reveal to us
A thing