Thunder Bird - Dirt Poor Robins

I dreamt a beast

Rose up from the sea

With many heads & horns

It was wreathed

Ten thousand lies

Still trapped in its teeth

Decomposed bloody clothes

And resounding screams

Then I beheld

A great eagle alight

On a mountain aloft

On a storm in the night

Lighting would strike

As its wings would expand

And back-lit the silhouette of a crucified man

Again and again

At last the thunder

Rolled over my ears

In electrified clouds

It began to appear

A fiery shape filled the sky

In a flash

A phoenix aglow

In the smoldering ash

And the beast

That came out of the deep

Fell asleep

And slipped into the sea