God touches his royal balls
upon his golden throne
in Heaven
The three Graces dance
in a frenzy of copulation
around a fire
A Golden Eagle swoops down
From Heaven with lightning
spreading passion through earth
Two Cherubs
embrace in a kiss
surrounded by the Northern winds
Stars shine
as God plays with his balls
as the night brings the moon
We can expect to find lovers
under her gleam
and to kiss and touch
and like God
to play with their privates
as day and night run into each other
like lovers run into walls
walls; made out of fire
and rot in the end to bones
and ashes
And lonely God
will forever
play with his balls
upon his golden throne
in Heaven
The three Graces dance
in a frenzy of copulation
around a fire
A Golden Eagle swoops down
From Heaven with lightning
spreading passion through earth
Two Cherubs
embrace in a kiss
surrounded by the Northern winds
Stars shine
as God plays with his balls
as the night brings the moon
We can expect to find lovers
under her gleam
and to kiss and touch
and like God
to play with their privates
as day and night run into each other
like lovers run into walls
walls; made out of fire
and rot in the end to bones
and ashes
And lonely God
will forever
play with his balls
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