Aphid: Devil Flower: Fruits Of Lunacy
As flowers on the grave of earth infern
We are all good peopl
Dressed not in white we ar
Ascendants of heave
In a symbolic imaginative essenc
Descending angels we ar
Falling as rain to impure the groun
And to flourish as flower
Before we withe
With a scent of heavenly de
As time that gnaws on the bones of lif
We are the floating liquid fles
The crawling sinners we ar
Melting the heaven
As death silences all sweet voice
Renders of the clouds we ar
Swarming as sinners to the universal presence of the fal
And to taste the fruits of lunac
Before we fal
Into a devilish exercise