CLAP YOUR HANDS CLEOPATRA

CLAP YOUR HANDS CLEOPATRA

November 13th Some Year BC~

In the land of shiny donkeys

In the land of hairy frogs

Clap your hands

Cleopatra

To the fire songs, to the fire songs

We know you by face, Julius

The great new city; Alexandria

The vast reservoir of a knowledge rush

The supra muse of bibliotheca'

Others shall write the same, o' Julius

Viperess' nests, Barbarians of the Nile

Whores, and all the worlds murderous doth lust

Fire by political crocodiles

Heathens of the temples in the city

There are many others to take the blame

Tokens of the bloody mystery

Falling victim to the campaign of flames

Set fires to the books in the public baths

Lest, in time you shall deny your Gods' wraths

In the land of skinless felines

In the land of diamond bulls

Clap your hands

Cleopatra

To the fire songs, to the fire songs

A voice said drink from the rivers of blood

A thrown rod, beginning the gasoline

They call it art, the stories of the floods

Red prints of such things, hear clanks' of machines

Crawling over thou bodies, crawling dust

Ashes of Poems, ashes of totems

The birth of maggots from thou eyes, a plus

You can here the eerie music from Rome

The great shut down, of morrow, tomorrow

Humanity truly thinks they will win

The only meat to eat is sweet sorrow

History is the largest pit, jump in

The shadows pace deprives futures' cocoon

No more reflection of the sun and moon

In the land of heartless jackals

In the land of winged pigs

Clap your hands

Cleopatra

To the fire songs, to the fire songs

Yes, matter, accident, or on purpose

Ashes to the age of discovery

Miscere genus, miscere in the furnace

The humor of your death is hovering

Head back to the caves, head back to the caves

Take shelter from the falling fire rain

Wizard of stone has eternities slaves

He has placed a face to your soul and name

Oh yes, three days of sex in the darkness

Come and doth see what your lust has conceived

So let the One become flesh, manifest

Come, be deceived, you just will not believe

We choose to punish, we're super human

We can flyaway with all of the plans

In the land of giant beetles

In the land of tiny hippos

Clap your hands

Cleopatra

To the fire songs, to the fire songs

ya ya the C inside the Circle John E. WordSlinger