The tyranny of the son
arrests the tyranny
of the father, who arrests
the tyranny of eternity
I am the punisher of the son
I irradiate the wind anhydrous
So no one smiles, no one cares
no one dares to challenge me
and no river meets the sea
I am the revolution
to dissolve the ancient regime
and blood soaks the land
and lies dissolve reality
I am the fear of the wreck
as we wreck ourselves
I once was a painter
and I put on the helmet
of Cortez to conquer
the land with golf courses
But now a balancing woman
looks over her shoulder,
naming a guillotine date
for me
She is pitiless and swinging free
as my fun house mirror mind
is cut loose
from the body of the world
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