CRUCIFICTION Jam

Scars of the crucifix upon the cancerous 
tumors of a violated world, so its said 
to thee let justice be delivered in full to 
the oppressors of nature and allow us all 
to rejoice as the living sheds its lambskins 
sloughed off dead from popes to peasants 
in order to reassert the ancient  dominion 
on the clean slate of tomorrow's beach

Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam

The dawning of the new imperious age sheds
our snake skins of false idolatry such as were 
shown in the chronic myths of scriptural deceptions 
see us refute the brain-washed mentality of the 
overt power system already half-past corroded
and allow ourselves to reclaim the joyous ecstasy 
of purity to recharge its ancient renewable power 
for putting forth our lives into vibration

Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam 

Tuning the superstructure of this eroded 
empire surrounding so that we might revel 
in the foundation of having survived 
the persecution of our enemies 
the children of god--en espiritus 
luciferal ex espiritu daemonia 
en esprit du corpse y lux morte 
liberado--and on the ninth day 

Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam

Erased a nightmare displaced 
by the worrisome tension built 
up in the highbrow rise of society's 
income inable to face the reflection 
in the feeding troughs, glossy moving 
waters always depicting the shadow 
of a beast behind us looking over for 
an instant before moving on away 

Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam

Into the lengthening bands of the day 
disappearing into the night of wishes 
sown most bravely in the cornrows 
of sleep, walking through the forest 
and being well aware of this acted 
out extended play on creationism 
seeding its own fires from the edges 
of its spreading mantle, the hem-dress 

Of sparks leaving smoke curling in drifting   
imprints slowly withered by one set of eyes 
(just another manner for which the universe 
devises to look at itself) arising in the forest 
of the geometric night, a tidal wave called 
Domino, his story then must be for all to surf
when most will build their homes upon the collapsing 
wave, having mistaken their voyage for the wind 

In our sails until they hang their sorrows out to dry 
and come to call this breathing when standing in 
the midst of home the whole world's reeling on by
its predestined course stopped in the palm 
and dropped like a ball on a hot summer night 
the bolo about us a balance tied on to tune us in 
synchronization with our situation just a plumb 
weight dusted to achieve perfect pitch, look: 

Into the mirror tar baby and don't untie that rope 
rising into the sky from that stake over there 
behind and watch out for that guy in the shades
these carnies will go to great lengths to 
insure the traveling show must go  
on through every neighborhood in 
the good green wide wagon wheel of 
all that ain't wrong with Incorperatica.