To a Friend of Eden...
Apr 1, 2014 9:12:55 GMT
Post by Goldenfleeced on Apr 1, 2014 9:12:55 GMT
The lion died... as we opened our eyes
We found the body spread, like a book, and the contents
Were Sweet in the mouth indeed (just as advertised)
But our bellies were fully bitter; it was no real surprise
After having seen the illustrations... illuminations...
In Truth, we were told not to eat here...
Mares eat oats, and does they anti-dote,
In response to the silent lambs, poisoned with apples
For the sake of their golden fleeces;
Torn in pieces, as it were... just as the good Osiris...
Ah, le bon Dieu... your sheep have been shorn,
Consumed by their shepherd-priests and sacrificed
To the gods of Vanity and Avarice and AllSpice,
Who must otherwise settle for the crumbs
From the Master's table; I see it's been spread
In the presence of mine enemies and the loving cup
Is being filled with seas of bloody wine
(which is what you can expect from living water)
Just in Time for a crowning, in Act the Ninth,
And it's a good bet that the guests
Are being dressed, at the bride's request,
In the white linen coats of the familial dead.
Sing us a song of Zion, they said...
So I gave them a bittersweet tune, sung over the lion's head.
-GDL
We found the body spread, like a book, and the contents
Were Sweet in the mouth indeed (just as advertised)
But our bellies were fully bitter; it was no real surprise
After having seen the illustrations... illuminations...
In Truth, we were told not to eat here...
Mares eat oats, and does they anti-dote,
In response to the silent lambs, poisoned with apples
For the sake of their golden fleeces;
Torn in pieces, as it were... just as the good Osiris...
Ah, le bon Dieu... your sheep have been shorn,
Consumed by their shepherd-priests and sacrificed
To the gods of Vanity and Avarice and AllSpice,
Who must otherwise settle for the crumbs
From the Master's table; I see it's been spread
In the presence of mine enemies and the loving cup
Is being filled with seas of bloody wine
(which is what you can expect from living water)
Just in Time for a crowning, in Act the Ninth,
And it's a good bet that the guests
Are being dressed, at the bride's request,
In the white linen coats of the familial dead.
Sing us a song of Zion, they said...
So I gave them a bittersweet tune, sung over the lion's head.
-GDL
