afraid the muse

yes I am dead
or something
i sink plunk
down low
for to worry long
the censorship of my art
sink a bink dink
there are too many of us
fighting for the same thing
they with their meggido priesthood
false bravado gilgamesh before them
and they dare to offer their false god
before me of the platter
watch the darkness scatter
as the sun rising on
a pagan morning
i’m afraid the muse
can’t find me in the fog
truth is all

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