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Descension
Maybe someone should pray for me today -
Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei …
For I might fall apart some sleepless night.
I can’t stop myself -
Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.
Firewalker on a mission,
Død Kalm –
Counting, “3, 2, 1…”
Irresistible ascension
To the sun,
Any star,
Or a colony of dust somewhere in space
Where little green men
Still manage to maintain that fearful symmetry
That frightening mystique
In the dark,
In the sands -
In the red, red land
Of some forgotten Anasazi -
Humbug chased unto extinction.
Oh, what have I become?
My own f. emasculata,
Hurting whomever I must save.
Blood,
Blood,
Blood
On the stairs,
In every parking garage;
Blood,
Blood,
Blood
On my hands,
It’ll never wash off.
A twisted mind plays host to some red museum contrition,
Full of fresh bones in the soft light -
Listen to the souls cry,
“This is our town!”
Maybe they’re right.
So you back away,
Count, “1, 2, 3…”
Snap a cord and I’m Duane Barry -
In one moment,
One breath,
First take:
The devil gets to play
Die hand die verletzt and it’s end game.
Maybe someone should pray for me today -
Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei …
For I might fall apart some sleepless night.
I can’t stop myself -
Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.
Firewalker on a mission,
Død Kalm –
Counting, “3, 2, 1…”
Irresistible ascension
To the sun,
Any star,
Or a colony of dust somewhere in space
Where little green men
Still manage to maintain that fearful symmetry
That frightening mystique
In the dark,
In the sands -
In the red, red land
Of some forgotten Anasazi -
Humbug chased unto extinction.
Oh, what have I become?
My own f. emasculata,
Hurting whomever I must save.
Blood,
Blood,
Blood
On the stairs,
In every parking garage;
Blood,
Blood,
Blood
On my hands,
It’ll never wash off.
A twisted mind plays host to some red museum contrition,
Full of fresh bones in the soft light -
Listen to the souls cry,
“This is our town!”
Maybe they’re right.
So you back away,
Count, “1, 2, 3…”
Snap a cord and I’m Duane Barry -
In one moment,
One breath,
First take:
The devil gets to play
Die hand die verletzt and it’s end game.
Season 2...X-Files episode title challenge. This one was easier, though I had to stretch some meanings of things, more like...allusions.
Episodes:
Little Green Men
The Host
Blood
Sleepless
Duane Barry
Ascension
3
One Breath
Fire Walker
Red Museum
Exclesis Dei
Aubrey
Irresistible
Die Hand Die Verletzt
Fresh Bones
Colony
End Game
Fearful Symmetry
Dod Kalm
Humbug
The Calusari
F. Emasculata
Soft Light
Our Town
Anasazi
Episodes:
Little Green Men
The Host
Blood
Sleepless
Duane Barry
Ascension
3
One Breath
Fire Walker
Red Museum
Exclesis Dei
Aubrey
Irresistible
Die Hand Die Verletzt
Fresh Bones
Colony
End Game
Fearful Symmetry
Dod Kalm
Humbug
The Calusari
F. Emasculata
Soft Light
Our Town
Anasazi
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