Beings At The Gate

soon i bar all the doors

burn up the torch

and bring in the dogs

feeding on myself... swallow knowledge

counting down in my head

seconds are sped

the manic mirage

shining on the steps... hollow image

figures moving around line the edge...

come to rob me of all that ive learned

aircraft trample the sky

feet stomp on the dry

decay of a log

beings at the gate... seeking passage

sensors sweeping the ground

burn the field and the mountain

were digging for worms

Words by David Delmar, Warren Nelson & Carlos Tulloss. 1996

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