When The Devil Strikes Six

Catharsize, catharsize

Young minds wonder and idolize

Swedish tongues

With Swedish music

I can only discern a fraction

When watching this old film

Anubis has not seen me yet

This, I do admire

A hundred shadows of the same transpire

Wealthy not with feathers

But of realty and rain afire

Postmortem, my eyes will scatter

Hence, they do desire

Sunshade morality

With or without a fire

Cry higher

For fate deems reason

Tooth decay and flatland season

And the handles are ashing ashtray

Healthy diction

Pass morrow and heathen

And the Balkans flow teasing

Why are they laughing?

Again and again

And on and on so hatefully?

I seek to grow

And they drink to stow

But my faded years are over

And there's nothing left to know