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The Doors

The Doors

The Severed Garden

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Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain
south cruel bindings

The sevants have the power dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over ur sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour nannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where
we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best until its
other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

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