Resident mockery Give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling light and velvet hour We of the arabic pleasure's breed We of the sundome and the nightGive us greed To beleive A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color Hundred huies A rich mandala For me and you And your silky Pillowed house A head, wisdom And a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery Has claimed thee We used to believe In hte good old days We still recieve In little ways The things of Kindness And unsporting brow Forget and allow Did you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prison Within a jail, within a gaol Within a white protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reacing for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something That's already found us
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