Sometimes I imagine the most unimaginable,
playing with lightening in the clouds of doom
At other times I dream the most indescribable,
part of another time in the hallways of gloom
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There is that land of the sad throat singers,
chords singing the melody – foretelling the end
Or men from the West – the tired gunslingers,
flames are dying slowly – the fires that they tend
The shamans from Tibet – humming ancient words,
and flutes playing softly, the lament of the damned
Lonely prophets in the streets – the ever-preying birds,
warning of the apocalypse, their words all crammed
The travelling gypsies, with wings under their feet,
crystal balls telling fabulous lies, all without shame
Sirens hungry for young blood – their smiles so sweet,
Seduction dancing the tango – a never-ending game
The silent eyes of the mindless throng – ruled by sin,
masking a thousand fetishes, all pleasure and lust
Tears of the guilty Midas, hiding the insatiable grin,
desires swirling in frenzy, their feet covered in rust
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