Latitudes I'll Not, or Falter

I have come here alone again Against the tribe of sulfur and dizzy I will love you from this distance You, out against the night Nuit busting of mercury and science But God what fucking bullshit you spew Cunt, I love you, and you are Babalon What have I done but try, and not? Ha, ha, love the khabs and not the khu mamma I am sorry, I am really broken too Huh? Have I not walked out of the line? Bright yellow and bloody Some kind of son shine aye? American raptured and sure to misfire. But come you 11:11 mother Come you and sweep up my crooked head And love this son women Love this son, as I I am resolute in Having you and your name A part of this son's sky Can I not hold your hand woman? Should I not dance with you? And brush your hair Child of foam Will you not sing to me when I die in cave Please mother Please... Come home I Grendel, I Horus Of the 8 soon to be 9 Will calm you with wine and laughter and Pull that thorn from your Tail. Dragon. Lizard Monster, vampire. I am the son of Enki Loki, Lucifer, and what can I do? But barbeque Sweet honey pig Mesquite fig What can I do brother, But put my palm to your name and when the lord asks "Where is Able?" Will I this time say "Fuck Able, and fuck you, and fuck the devil You're all a bunch of cock-suckers, I'm opting For curtain number three, and the big easy" And what of that moon? Isis, 56:65 that's 11:11 dumb ass November 2011 Everything hits at once Tonight everything is all lit up How can everything be so good\based on Rome? I have this to say Come home mother, and We’ll put this quarrel to rest In a barrel of pickles and dynamite.