Iron Dafodil

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Iron Dafodil

    Blessed be he who never was. 
    Blessed be he who has dies.
    Blessed be the meek the poverty sores in the mouths of their fathers. 
    Blessed be the sick and tired. 

    Blessed be the blood born mechanism, our hope technology, the bastard son of smoke and fire. 
    Blessed be the bombastic dynamo, iron cacaphony, the god heavy pistons of desire. 

    Find me away, back home. 
    Through the youthful gardens.
    Bring back the days of hope. 
    Fly back into the cradle. 

    Blessed be he who bathes in wine. 
    Blessed be he who starves.
    Blessed be the vanity born in the bedroom of lovers. 
    Blessed be the sick and tired. 

    Blessed be the industrial euphemism, glorious ignominy. The slave labor sonata of chains and bars. 
    Blessed be monolithic urbania, the flowers of insanity growing tall and polinating in our backyards.

    Find me away, back home. 
    Through the youthful gardens.
    Bring back the days of hope. 
    Fly back into the cradle. 

    "Oh as i was young and easy in the mercy of his means"

    One of us, as shimmering spheres collide. And times resides. 
    Working hard, for history in life, with the fair bride. 

    Perhaps we may return to eden, but wiser this time around. 

    Bring me there.