One for the books
though none were ever written cuz its tough to describe and even harder to listen
they thought him a wizard or some kind of magician
he was born of a blizzard in a war of attrition
it was somewhat unfortunate that his tongue had a fork in it
careful of his words to avoid the Abbot's suspicion
he spoke with the birds and he suffered from malnutrition
the word of a traitor
the law of the land
he with the greater saber may tax thy neighbor's labour 'til theres blood in the sand
instead of the holy trinity
he chose the cactus' tactics on those who'd practice wackness in his temple's vicinity
a throng of hapless half-wits bore the mark of divinity
a song of plastic matchsticks tore the dark of infinity
crater by crater and fueled by rubber bands
sooner or later he'd find the lunar equator in the palm of his hand
though none were ever written cuz its tough to describe and even harder to listen
they thought him a wizard or some kind of magician
he was born of a blizzard in a war of attrition
it was somewhat unfortunate that his tongue had a fork in it
careful of his words to avoid the Abbot's suspicion
he spoke with the birds and he suffered from malnutrition
the word of a traitor
the law of the land
he with the greater saber may tax thy neighbor's labour 'til theres blood in the sand
instead of the holy trinity
he chose the cactus' tactics on those who'd practice wackness in his temple's vicinity
a throng of hapless half-wits bore the mark of divinity
a song of plastic matchsticks tore the dark of infinity
crater by crater and fueled by rubber bands
sooner or later he'd find the lunar equator in the palm of his hand
~Longshaft
.....to be continued
