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in the borders of broken promise land
feel the fury of fists and the back of a hand

they can’t raise the dead nor, give sight to the blind
when someone named god resigned

somewhere in there in the dockage of pain
all the inhabitants are a bit deranged
back-and-forth the pendulum swing
hear the sound of the dark angels hushed wing

the sun dial does not tick, no sun means no time
here you will hear echoes that exist taunting in all of her rhyme

what makes us so that we all despise her she is her own sympathizer
sing an unearthly song from the tempting treadle pumping synthesizer

evil mass out in the tousled universe exploding like melinite
obtunded reflexes in an about face on this ghostly night
one other living soul hears the shadow goddess ululation
while her envenomed tongue chants a strict oscillation

then she spews the viscous green necropsy zanies
in a spiced voice of rehearsed slang for all of them pushing up daisies

while uptight usurping shunners are trading insults
another neonate from the séance seeks spiritual results