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Electric Guitars (weapons of the future)

Electric Guitars (weapons of the future)

A Poem by zogzog

By shocking the truth

Out of the compressed,

Generic arts dress you in colors,

For the scum,

Drummers, never misfitting.

 

Let me take you high up in that tower.

Feed you to my dragons,

Who would love nothing more

Then to drink your blood,

And eat your flesh.

 

Black Death,

Mahdi Babies,

Never met your Jesus yet.

White Angels,

Nordic Lights,

Fly past your clean white jet.

 

So let me love you

And show you some kind of light.

Feed you the finest cuisine

And give you a scripture or two, before goodnight.

 

Black guitar,

Metal strings,

Scream the slogans

From the Christ and Mary.

F**k off,

Screw off,

Black crows

Gather, but it aint that scary.

 

Electric guitars,

The weapons of today.

The machine guns slogan,

“I’m just an artist in your way.”

 

So love me

Like a standard,

Play a song and make me smile.

Let’s place a cross upon a hill,

And kneel before the stars awhile.

 

Can I just hear one resonating string?

Electric guitars (weapons of the future)

Unlike me, know how to sing.

 

So midnight

Stars, above those hills of lore,

Precious paints of Jesus,

I swear that I want more.

 

For black winged dogs

And leather demons

Die, and keep on screaming...


“The Dorian mode provokes.”

 

2012

© 2013 zogzog


Author's Note

zogzog
Artwork: Vladimir KoniArt Salis

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Added on December 31, 2012
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