J. Dale Walker - Holy Mother of Gasoline

from Round 38, Week 4 by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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Yeah...uh...I was gonna do this 5/4 Am thing...worked on it all week...didn't work out. Decided to hit the drawing board on Saturday night just to see if I could come up with something interesting and this happened. It's...somethin', I guess. Really went hog wild on the weird.

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In your ivory tower, holy mother gasoline
Riches bury you under stain of silver screens
Love stories of a thousand master’s whips cracked, you came
And Mussolini fan fiction rot in floating wooden frames
Your fascist love life missive it held me by the balls
Freed me from my bondage while I was climbin’ up the walls
Ain’t nothin’ doin’ baby, I’ll just lay right here and bleed
Better angels of our nature never bringin’ what I need

What the fuck is happening, oh my Lord, my God above
Send horses and my chariot, the blessings of a dove
Don’t really give a shit if it’s Hell or if it’s bliss
Send me out a lifeline or a spare a frigid kiss
See my life a’flashin’ oh baby, all the horrid I have done
Lucidity is waverin’, but man I had some fun
The bats are in the belfry, they ring the end time bells
Hear singing in the distance, the songs of seven hells

Oh my sweetest Ishtar come crawling back for me
You’ll find me at the bottom set aflame and sipping tea
Antediluvian desert flying high with broken wings
An archetype of legend, we classic fuckboi kings
I’m just a lowly shepherd runnin’ game invading beds
Call me Cain or Abel, but I’m around a’bustin’ heads
The galla they’re a comin’ won’t you come and take my place
Or fling me in the sun so they’ll never see my face

Running seems so easy, but I still can’t move my legs
My heresies a’comin’, singing songs about the dead
My personal apocalypse, I hear the labored cries
The fevered blips and horrid shit are shedding their disguise
Oh please won’t someone rid me of this goddamn nosy priest
Something wicked’s on its way and it’s hungry for a feast
I see a shape of shadows strolling towards me from the east
The smell of gas and steel and blood, the foggy breath of fellsome beasts

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from Round 38, Week 4, released September 19, 2022

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