Octopus' compulsion is to unearth
Songs of light and of grave worth.
Men follow their Kings of Desecration:
Hope's a cheap notion of Civilization
we'll remain we build we claim
while Ur builds greater and deeper our ocean.
unfortunate that nothing's new
the comforting lie, a pastoral lullaby for every single guy
lady lad gal man: The sun he doesn't give a damn
Ur beneath and Moon above
tiny little Giza, Timbuktu and Phnomh Penh
the Taj Majal the Hoover Dam, every single work of man
concrete to stone, car to den —
Ur grows all
and to Ur all end
—
We propose no institution
will ever change the constitutions
of these wretched filthy humans!
L'état d'éternal: Révolutions.
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