From: roach4994@gmail.com   
      
   The Hysterical Bride   
      
   Metallic Pinballs, Sharp and Shiny,   
   were First-Fisted, locked in,   
   Coiled Springs laying in wait   
   for a driven Tail Spin;   
      
   Pulled Back, then shot out,   
   like a Bumper Car ride,   
   Darting madly across    
   the Spread-Eagled Sky −   
      
   Destiny reigned down   
   her Torrent Complete,   
   door slamming,   
   the Pounding of bare-naked Feet −   
      
   Primordial Bolts, from the Power    
   of Hammerings,   
   Startled, the deer,   
   these Thunderous Clamorings.   
      
   the Devil opened his door   
   to Light up the route,   
   Leaving Directions in there,   
   They mapped it all out;   
      
   Our concocted Potion   
   of a Best of Luck Chain,   
   Soldered together   
   with gold Silver Rain −   
      
   Meet Ma’s Modern-Day,    
   Midwestern,   
   ‘Lectric Lightnin’ Loops,   
   The ceremonial conjoining   
   of a new Chicken Coop −   
      
   See our Rough, Rowdy Roller-Coaster   
   Masters at War,   
   delight in the Plight   
   of these Sisyphus whores;   
      
   Trapped on a Ping-Pong    
   back and forth journey −   
   With a cry and a moan   
   Begins their Bipolar Tragedy.   
      
   We’re passing out tickets,   
   across the Great Divide   
   a new revolution,   
   with God on Our Side −   
      
   a Royal inborn   
   freshwater Splash,   
   their ancient Spiny White River    
   is Tapped:   
      
   Released it goes Streaming    
   through the air waves of Sages,   
   Tearing over chiseled Red Rocks,   
   it Ravages, Rages.   
      
   Through narrowing Caverns it Echoes,   
   It pleads and It screams:   
      
   Count   
   the Ticking of Clocks...   
   Watch    
   the karma of Dreams −   
      
   They Crashed all Contorted   
   into our own Lake of Fire,   
   Twisted and Blistering,   
   reporting, “Shut up, Don’t cry!”   
      
   The Battle Call rang out,   
   remembered,   
   A splattering refrain   
   The exquisite Luxury of Boredom,   
   Tedious, and Plain −   
      
   Haunted and cut-up,   
   By her own harrowing Snake Hues:   
   The lost diamond ring   
   of our Dauphin in blue.   
      
   An empty chasm of Amusement   
   for a Stately Royal few   
   Just another fucked-up Deranged   
   Schizophrenic Jew −   
      
   No choice left, nothing to Do   
   But to Sing;   
   A Perfectly Executed   
   Cult murder Sting.   
      
   Ẅ   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)