Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Destroy power.

for the band, Crass.

Lies detail everything;
It's a shame we can't trust them.

What you gather is real, What you embrace,


Spelled out in a speech so
Reckless and calloused with

That to caress it is to accept its aboriginal

Since saying it is insufficient and telling it is
Merely fitting,

And since loving is a kind of disturbance

Since lies impart wine-like honey to words
Since lies pout with imprecise rigor
And the rasp grows from our familiarest corners

It will take a wild poison to corrupt
The corruption while you,
Garrulous and dirty,
Destroy power.

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