The Towering Phallic Papacy Prophecies

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    The Towering Phallic Papacy Prophecies

    I came cresting across your broken-hearted reality like a mortal kombat fatality
    To rip your soul out of your skull if you'd only allow me to
    I've got the power to cast off demons with algebra, algorithms and Taoism
    I tricked the sphinx into telling me what she thinks; it got her a punch in the nose
    (dusty blood flows)
    Her philosophy is extinct. She claimed to have answers, yet chances are best that nobody knows
    (so I suppose)
    We're dancing around burning bushes
    That put our cushy houses to flame
    Entranced, we glance only to shout out the blame
    Fall in the blaze, blasé and pout in the shame
    Questioning: what? who? where? how came the change?
    The answer is crouched, it's now, it's the name of the game
    I came
    Cresting across your broken hearted reality like a mortal kombat fatality
    To rip your soul out of your skull if you'd only allow me to
    I've got the power to cast off demons with algebra, algorithms and Taoism
    Every word I manifest is a fallacy
    Challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies
    Casting magic missiles to brighten what aughta be obvious
    I've got the problem-solver, Madonna must get a lobotomy

    Every word I manifest is a fallacy
    Challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies

    Every word I manifest is a fallacy challenging the towering phallic papacy prophecies

    I not done yet, just parched, I'm gonna get some water
    And that's not part of the song, I just didn't want to forget to finish

    I not done yet, just parched, I'm gonna get some water
    And that's not part of the song, I didn't want to forget to finish

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    Indigogreen16 commented on The Towering Phallic Papacy Prophecies

    05-22-2009

    Metaphorical, metaphysical, passionate, expressive, and awwwww damn, leaving you speechless. Did i say I like this one?

    TeenaMontana commented on The Towering Phallic Papacy Prophecies

    03-01-2009

    nice work...it was a good read

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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