The day of talking flesh

The day of talking flesh
Is ending soon
Stars like birds exploding
In Berlin’s dusty saloon

The day of flesh is ending
Mirrors fly everywhere
The bible blues are bending
The train tracks in the air

Nightmares collect together
For one last dread onslaught
The day of flesh is ending
Winding down to nought

Goes the bells of bullying
Goes the wages of war
Goes the thoughts of tyrants
Goes the mischief of human law

The day of flesh is ending
Its yardsticks broken in a heap
The owls will sing a new song
To the babies asleep

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