All the Night
Is white with void stars chocolate chips
Destiny bliss built on halloween face
Cannot describe it here
I feel love and feared and want air
God breathe on me and spit into mud
This flesh is dud
I am the Irish Loki
No hokey jokey toking and Glasgow pow
Born in 1974 A. D. to dispense peace
Using the wicked sword in my face?
Avoiding a sword of steel- okay
I find no thrill
Except children like me more than Santa
And less than Fanta Orange
Finish orange on intruders of they? Nay
Finish blue grey millstone head popper
Not BBQ meat show stopper
Oh God, I see a bad world
What is new, Pedro?
Jesús, Yo te amo, Rey
Bring The Day outta Night tonight?