Raven in Green again..

nothings changed the senates still corrupt & the emporer remains insane, and every day, is a new strain of slaughter, supply lines are less protected, evil on all sides, eye can smell the death on your flesh--creeping in, trapped within the twisting fingers of fear, and all eye see is ewe, that face, those eyes, burning like leprosy, eye can see u there poisoning the air, prostituing Nationalism, and eye want to attack, to rip out your heart and lay you flat on your back, and vomit a world of agony and truth into your throbbing illness of memory...and hate guides our way, eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back, for the acceptance of death and blind cave war, the giving sleep of depression, the sweet elucidation of savage meaningless agression, chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples, in the harem tents--outside, just beyond the edges--eye ride, a cycoptic mare in the fires of imagination. feeding my disease, a river of plagues, eye need something to remind me I'm still sinning that pain is important, that wurdz matter, that healing is possible, that eye am not alone ...in this --guard the houses--triple the watch,--Maidens, dig up your sorcery --sirens, sharpen your rocks..ewe will eat my pain again. whatever you need unite messiah ME

--Wurdz by Otep Shamaya

~Paper Bag~ Fiona Apple
August 13, 2001 4:24 a.m.

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I was starring at the sky
just looking for a star
to pray on or wish on or somethin' like that.
I was havin' a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
whose reality I knew
was a hopeless to be had
but then the dove of hope began its downwards slope
and I believed for a moment
that my chances were
approching to be grabbed
But as it came down near,
so did a weary tear.
I thought it was a bird
but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him
so bad, oh it kills
cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up.
I've got to fold 'cause these hands are to shakey to hold
Hunger Hurts but starving works
when it costs to much to love

And I went crazy again today
lookin' for a strand to climb, looking for alittle hope.
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine.
A fail to kiss is a fail to cope
and I said honey I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
come and put a little love here in my void.
He said "it's all in your head" and I said, "So's Everything"
but he didn't get it.

I thought he was a man but he was just alittle boy.

Hungry Hurts, and I want him
so bad, oh it kills
cause I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up.
I've got to fold cause these hands are to shakey to hold.
Hunger Hurts but Starvin' works
when it costs to much to love. (repeat)

~Paper Bag~ Fiona Apple

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