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Once upon a garden
In the galaxies of space
A prison without pardon
Gave to every soul a taste

Of freedom from the sins of time
With hymns of oaths to He
Who gave to those who could not find
Their place in jeopardy

To give to every answer they
Could think a question of
The virgin who would have to pay
With his own flesh and blood

Volcanoes used to be their fate
To purify the realms
That God had soiled to relate
To people like Himself

For nothing of creation were
Complete until the Death
Of everyone were made to cure
The sinner of his breath

Among the stars of nature
And underneath the Moon
The birth of man and later on
The sun were coming soon

Now air itself so precious yet
A premium to God
The Father of the World, He said
Then every breath is wrong

Unless you speak the way I do
The way that every mask
Of every actor splits in two
To make each word the last

Then time became a feast of sin
That Spoiled on the vine
And dead before it could begin
To speak it lost its mind

The air were filled with such a stench
A snake would have to build
Another mother drew its breath
From every war that spilled

So every dog would have its day
And every virgin threw
Her child into every fray
To pay the tax were due

But there come one with lips as bold
As God as one could be
As holy as the God who told
His children they were free

To make their very birth divide
Their mother to the death
Of every breath that they could hide
From heaven's IRS

A currency of sin that drew
From every gulp of air
Insured against the shit that flew
With aught that would compare

The smiling face of fairest dawn
A mother and her child
Or every breath that man had drawn
Were never reconciled

Upon the birth of time itself
So that the sky above
The place the stars of every realm
Where death itself were love

Whose every breath a brick of gold
Shit from the ass of God
When you were born the WORD that told
The world that you were wrong

Unless your every land were hell
And everything you breathed
Drew from the ocean of the spell
The death of all that greened

Subjected every torture were
Invisible as space
Volcanoes that had been the cure
Were twisted every face

Divided like the virgin from
Her home just so that she
Could pay the price the Satan Sun
Were once so true and free

Look how He floats the breathless stars
The deathless lamps of they
Who strut their stuff in outer space
On earth the birth we learn to pay

To strain, to fight, and not to know
The place we used to love
A word were now as good as gold
Whose currency were blood

To feed the banks the crypts of God
The scripts upon the stage
Sophisticated as beyond
The realms of outer space

Where Jesus lives to breathe the names
The lands of all the Dead
Unleashed upon our mother's grace
So He can breathe instead

Out of the letters in his mouth
The faces of the stars
Divided unto every sound
Of actors playing parts

Of roles divided by their dawn
Though none were meant to live
Unless their sins were born and bought
And sold just like the wind

That passeth o'er the graves of man
And mother from the first
The endless grace of death that stands
Over a child's birth

And Jesus born without a Dad
His mother raped by God
Because of all the sins of Man
That were and were not wrong

To be or not to be the murder, death
Were Born when we were born
Depending on whose heart the breath
Of music in the morn

The crowds of people with their tongues
Divided from the dawn
And from their mothers all the suns
That actors prey upon

To give and not to give the air
The people had to breathe
A nature that was once so fair
Not there unless that nature freed

The murderer to kill his prey
The mob to make their oaths
To make of every virgin say
The lies they love to sacrifice the most

The virgin and the actor tied
To lies that fall from grace
To speak as though from every side
But always on the stage

Whose language were the final acts
Of heroes and of rogues
Whose evil wears the very last
That only Jesus knows

Who feeds upon the richest fund
Of currency the brain's
Ability to FILL the love
It lost with aught remains.