The Black Angel's Death Song
The myriad choices of his fate set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose, what had he to lose?
Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep not an old city street
In the East, gone to choose
And wanderings, brother walked on through the night
With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut
From the knife of G.T.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long to his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind on ice skates
Scraping chunks from the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor's forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye, so you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the East
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from the stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again
And rover man's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse went the bowels and a tail
Of a rat come again, choose to go
And if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved, choose a side to be on
And if the stone glances off split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails, don't scream
Try between, if you choose, if you choose
Try to lose for the loss of remain come and start
Start the game I che, che, che, che I
Che che ka tak koh, choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go