"Ha,Ha,HAH....("And so the dead tongue   sang"-backwards masked)   "We rode to the great divide. Down   rock and rubble, we flew inside (throat   clearing rites)."   "Down rock and rubble we flew inside to   the depths of the crusty mantle;   to the crossroads of the verticle and the   horizontal. And spirits grew where weeds   had grown inside the moist and oily loam.   And at the spot our steed had steered,   the hell Baron Samedi appeared...   And rose from the muddy mire and mist,   he granted us one final wish...   Only if we as intruders of the middle   could give him an answer to his final   riddle. When we could illuminate these   infinite nights. Then he could administer   us our final rites "His riddle never has   an answer. It eats away at sense, like cancer.   It burns like acid thru the soul   And leaves a gaping breathless hole   In Charons boat we always row   For the mystery, you'll never know   And you'll never recieve my final   wish, for you'll always be sleeping   with the fishes....      With the vengeance of Jezebel- a   baby fell from the sky- it learned   her mothers curse 'Keep dagger,   spike and sword adorned for   Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'...   'and use those weapons without hesitation,   for you, like me, are governed by   hereditaryies legislation.'   "My hot blood is a furious sap   you shared while inside my womb   unwrapped. It leaves a code stuck   in your head. It's words are sticky   hot and red. Its in your nerves;   its on your tongue. The same holds   true for everyone. It shouts a call;   it animates your elan vital.   "Its an originating birthday favor;   however it only accounts for part   of your behavior. Prior to birth this   gift was pre-composed to act as   latently pre-disposed of what the   present can never know for sure   A genetic trap you must endure   "And the foetus stuck in the pit of   my belly like ulcers on fire...A   lung from a cross made of twisted   barbed wire.   "Then they popped my eye from the   back of my head...And from the optic   nerve it bled. Pretty soon I could   see the back of my own head   "He crushed the communion wafers   and mixed them with his own feces,   and fed them to his wives-they   contracted his disease   "there is a devil; there is no doubt:   he's either crawling in your mouth;   or he's matter falling out   "there is a devil-there is no doubt,   he's either trying to get in or trying   to get out! He's either crawling thru   your lips, or he's crawling outta your piss...   "And taking the tea leaves, and   seperating them from the stems, I   steeped them in Holy Water and   beheld the cult of Siamese Twins.   "He cut off her breasts with a   needle and thread. And he pulled   them with incisions and gouges. With   her own blood he made her sign   a pact with the devil; and with   her breasts, he fashioned tobacco pouchs.   "The fine tobacco flowed from the   nipple like pus freely floating   from the head of a pimple   "The fog hung down in the low   gluey paste as I peered thru the   opening at the rip of loves place.   The steam burned off and it lifted and   fleed, for her cunt was filled with   ashes that could only be seen by me   "And dreams that invade like an   incoming shroud that could scream   like the lightening that scribbled the   low, dark clouds with faint little dreams.   "I beheld the Baron Samedi rise   from the grave on a crest with the   coat-of-arms of Saint Lazarus   tattooed on his breast.   "Making a new departure instead   of repeating old habits-he held up   the heart of Erzuli and with his   knife he did stab it. Like Cupid:   a baby with wings and a dart- he   aimed the bow and peirced her heart.   "Lets have a moment of silence   for the terminal mythomaniac.   "Lets bow our head for those who can't   afford therapy. For those quirks   of behavior that will never be 'healed'-   if depression is fate, then one's fate   will sadly be sealed.   "Lets put a smile on the fate of the   professional man-who'll accept a big   check from the man with the frown   whenever he can....   Upside down, the frown makes sense-   happiness has its own expense...   "And on and on, anonymous- the   victims silently obsess....   "Van Van oil-'the weeds of misfortune'-   'tying the Devils shoestring'-'the crowning   glory'-'Samsons delight'-'the elevation of   Lazarus'-'the Double-cross oil'-   'the Consecration of Damballa'...   "She had a face as sharp as an ax..."   *(transliterated from Bahasa Javanese):   'ting tanka ling manuk teen   turlin teen utsen. Plas cackal bapa   satar bulingen....   (repeat)   "Ning Ning Nang-Ning Ning Nang...   (repeat)   "Dalam Dalam sumping, dor badir jor   tu tung juck malanti yeh oh, yeh   oh yeh ombong"   "Scratchin' scratchin'! He   just started scratchin at the poison   (coughing, etc.) Scratchin' etc....   "Like a fast acting poison, he   just started scratchin etc...."   (Final gong tone)   The End      -C. Gocher   1992-1995   (New Orleans, L.A., Seattle,Wash.)