Thusly Spoken - Dust

Angry angels cried

Satan yearning cast a spell on us

Cherubim with wings that cannot fly

Dancing demons fill the sky

Toasting drinks for two

Sipping wrinkles from an aged spoon

Passing glances at a blind man’s tear

Poison gasses fill the air

The burning bush on the fiery plain

Still inhabiting my brain

Quite a vivid scene

On the picture screen

Colored by your mind

The lonely lost on the caravan

Still pursuing just a desert tan

Quite a coutly game

For the pure insane

Written by the mask

Amethyst and lace

Broken women and their dossier

Bleeding clowns

With tongues that badly shake

'Tis the hour of the snake