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BURNT FLAVOR OF THE BURNT MINUTE
BURNT FLAVOR OF THE BURNT MINUTE
Some old souls that never fell when Adam fell,
Felt that Adam was a marked man on death row;
For millennia the rest of us felt this way since.
Who were those first angels that witnessed our
Beginning; they must have been terrifying since
They were from the first virgin press of creation.
After the first spark come the burnt flavor; there
Is always a bluish residue of death after ignition;
Angelic flames must be fed on a continual basis.
The stars we praise at night all have that burnt flavor;
They too were extinguished in that eon ago but they
Appear along with us for the noose of the hanged man.
Tell the truth! How many burnt minutes have you waited
For the end to come; how many hours did you wait for
The agent of disappointment to pass you by keeping time.
We all put our faith in those dusky stars that appear at night.
They too had their fallen stars and trials of Eden where
Temptation would lead them to further death sentences.
Let the angel of death strike us all dead center like a bull’s
Eye. Let’s put an end to meandering like comet’s blazing
Through space knowing its burnt minute is coming soon.
