Unblinking Eye

Fighting the Current Strains the Brain
Flaming pineal glands Captain God
was it something I ate
or does it just accumulate over the years
like heavy-metal poisoning
Too much too soon too late tomorrow
how will I know what to keep
and what to leave behind
No one even makes a pretense of giving a shit
Stretched out against the g-force
singing through my teeth
I pause to reflect on the nature of evil
and dull the keen edge of desire
Reft at an early age let me tell you
here's an area that still needs investigation
how we can buy peace of mind on time
with low interest and an easy payment plan
Possession is nine-tenths of something
O say can you hear me singing
to dull the edge and mend the rift
Tis of thee

Dragon Slayer

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