Vagrant

From the spoken word album Puissance -1 by Big-Hired Assassin

forgive me for dancing w/ the dead
in their ring of fire
for lounging in their chairs
and hearing their tales
deliver us from evil
tyranny
blood swept vagrant
you are just under the weather
forget the others
i want to live in azure w/ the fiends
i want to taste their wine
and smoke w/ them
amongst the ruins
where the dogs bark
and the bloated man plays the piano
w/ weariness and worry for the peasants
the queen is popping pills in the attic
w/ the servants
i am amazed by her sullen mood
the ghastly grin
as she cuts her wrists
w/ rubber razor blades
given to her
by me
as the pool is drained
and the evidence is properly disposed of
i can imagine the orchestrated version
the one that stays w/ me
i can no longer apologize
for being truant
it was by my absence
that i came to be

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