Fountain Of Woe

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FOUNTAIN OF WOE

As the ruthless sun
pushes away the morning mist
The Herd gathers to the fountain
their aching bodies, stiff from the dusty ground
the wretches are forced to lay upon
warming each other, the nights are cold

summer turns to fall
Godless, who knows for how long
they have been here

Today, a swollen body in the fountain
the water dirty now but a dire need to drink
Iszik itt, we say
the body is dragged away, placed on a hay pole

Another day goes by, the fallen watching
The Herd haunting the pastures
Others tried to dig their way out
under the razor wire fence

they dig deep with broken fingers
until their hands ultimately fail
but the fence is in too deep in the hard ground
all attempts prove futile

Sun comes up later and later
the days turn in to gray, the air is getting colder
summer is dying, you can smell it in the air

fountain is dried out, desperate tries to lick the dew
from the watchers of the field
a horrid taste of infected boils
they cannot speak anymore, clamor replaces speech

One by one they slump to the ground
limbs failing from athropy
weak from starvation

grotesque human experiment
waiting for salvation, craving for relief
but they wanted to be thinner
they desired anorexia
they felt sick in their healthy bodies
in their wealthy lives


Is this the happiness you seek?
A withered corpse on a pole
Happiness we bestow gladly
And you will never be alone
…again

A sea of poles, as far as eye can see
You, dear, are just a drop in that ocean

As the ruthless sun
pushes away the morning mist
The Herd gathers to the fountain

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from Unpleasantries Abundant, released June 15, 2013

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Bukowski Family California

Bukowski Family case history is marred with such atrocities as cannibalism, perverted human dismemberment, general unpleasantness and musical ruthless massacre.

Brace yourselves to see everything you deem precious torn apart and dragged out to the backyard to be burned in a stinking pile of waste. If it is holy to someone, it surely can be defiled.
"This is not a band, this is a death squad."
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