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On the Wings of the Wind
When the blazing sun hangs low in the western sky, And the night creeps in from the orient, When mothers shoo foul monsters away From childrens' little beds, I ride forth to my doom, on the wings of the wind. Past the darkling trees in the country, Past the twinkling of the many city lights, Beneath a rising moon oblivious, I plunge into the phosphorescence of the winding endless road, Searching for my destiny. My destination lies unknown to me, Across the dark horizon, Beneath the darker skies, Atop the blackened-green grass, Somewhere, anywhere. The nexus of my life lies hard ahead, Cloverleaf paths crossing, overlapping, Doubling back from nowhere going nowhere, Daring me to tempt the foul futility, Daring me to limit the boundaries of my world By one choice or another. High on my uncertainty, I wander Blissfully away from the aubergine haze Of the city, Away from society's hellish rules and mandates. Ignorant, I return to the welcoming embrace Of wilderness, to that uncertain place Where instinct is law and my dreams are my reality, Where wanton women seek to wreak their Senseless havoc on my soul, Where hot blood covers the faces of my demons And the traces they've left, And I can do as I damn well please, As civilization as I've forever known it Burns and rots in Hell. I march to the uneven pounding of my heart, Running breakneck reckless into the hot unknown, Stripping away the need to choose and choose and choose, Tearing away the constricting world Before it strangles from me my dying breath. While sleep embraces the young, the helpless, The old too weary to care, I bellow forth the eternal ancient rage of damned mankind Above the hiss and crackle of a world burning down, Above the clicking clocks of greater men than I, Ticking toward apocalypse, The sum of all the anger, all the violence, All the lawlessness of mankind damned, Slamming through my tightly clenched throat From my soul tortured to madness and damnation By enforced society. No solitary living thing within a thousand miles Misses my cacophonous blood-curdling scream, The woods clear of animal life, The roads of man, gluttonous cannibals they are, Feed upon the burning wrecked bodies of their fathers of old, And I fall at last, slain by my own world wreathed in flame around me, Falling into the lover's embrace of the unknown, Into the spirit of the night, Into the realm of ghosts and demons, Where my spirit will always yell with hellfire, Streaking through the red-hot darkness On the wings of the wind.