The Exodus of Clemence (Ma Volonté D'immoler)

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Give me the Planet and I will give you the words.

Clemence.

 

Give me the fuel and I will give you the fists.

Clemence.

 

Give me the assassin shot and I will give you the guns.

Clemence.

 

Give me the gold and I will give you the molars it was found.

Clemence.

 

Give me the solution and I will give you the infiltration.

Clemence.

 

Give me everyone's son and I will give you a nation.

Clemence.

 

Give me dead dumb people and I will give you Stockholm Slaves.

Clemence.

 

Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday

There is a party here There is a party there

 

There is a queer quiz master at the quantum cafe

Who lived in Queens.

 

Clemence.

Clemence.

 

Give me Fortune's Mountain and I will give you a black dick a white dick.

Clemence.

 

Give me hell and I will turn your dog's fur inside out.

Clemence.

 

Give me your trip and I will give you a purple micro dot.

Clemence.

 

Give me your id for the underground and I will give you my laylow

Clemence.

 

Give me your digits and I will crave new ones in your wrists.

Clemence.

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2.

 

O.Clemence. O.

I need your gloves today to tie these threats.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Elutriation Eliminating

 

Ellison's Moon Bubbles.

Everyone is Enough.

 

O. Clemence. O.

If I bring you Gowns & Boots

 

Will you sort through the opened trains and gates

And tell which to take.

 

Tell

Me

 

How

To

 

Do

This.

 

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St. Malo have mercy on me.

The Tantivy Tantalus Troubled

 

Became volcanic

Traveling past steel factories

 

Grass tall as train windows.

Through

 

Pennsylvania's  abandonment.

Everyman

 

Wants to be a Blood King on the Blood Earth.

No one wants the last syllable -dex.

 

Save.

The Bottle Finders.

 

Save.

Our strong young men

 

Strung like Flies

On the pepper trees of Fell Street.

 

Save.

The women who hang themselves at traffic lights.

 

Save.

The unprotected sleeping in the bowling lanes.

 

Save.

Our people from our police.

 

O. Clemence. O.

A tongue is cut with Jacob's ladder.

 

The three do breathe through evil.

God is a written symbol

 

On my dead father's eye lid.

Prayer is the dead child's IRE.

 

The sound within

The triangle.

 

(God will never send one to the wrong person no matter what.)

(God I hid for months  in the cupboards under the sink. This is Jew Time. This to Survive.)

 

Whiteguntimetree

 

Part 3

 

She has been brought back to this life.

She has the spot light.

 

Seems

Someone has saved  her life.

 

O. Clemence. O.

Let me put your smoke out in my palm.

 

Now what have you come here for?

What can I do for you I am a bag of corpse flies.

 

Whiteshopman

 

And When I Rest

 

O. Clemence. O.

Soul Sails Sisters

 

The opening

For what could be

 

A dramatic turn

Of all time.

 

Sea spat stones into

The

 

Atoned Atomy Attic's Altar Amended

The Chronicles.

 

Each time I go.

I am a hose in the wind.

 

Perched

On Parchment Street.

 

Defector Motion

Stopped the trouble that came.

 

Mercy in hand

Carried Crescent City

 

Crushed Collapsing Carnations

Into the Carnivals of My

 

Mind In the Greenhouse.

Bones of God

 

Grew

Despite will on the grills

 

Of our moment in broke.

I cannot apply my knowledge more

 

About

Dank Damned Dismantled

 

Droughts

A fore seen since '56 of our holy nation.

 

Our fields have blood but they will grow.

Democracy's Arcane.

 

Profits of Pain.

A dramatic turn is at hand.

 

Whitepinktie

 

Part 4

 

O. Clemence. O.

Divinity Became blindingly Became

 

Crazy.

In the middle of 2

 

Wasting Worlds Waring Wept

Wading Waters

 

Wild

With

 

Witch Wings

Of

 

Broken

Enchantments.

 

(And the children will mourn for the acquiscent gentic. It is horrible to think no one is on your side.

But it is the truth so carry on that way or immolate into

 

Nikola Vaptsarov's hands.

Moth balls

 

At the firing line.- 1942.

and the culmination of Arts and thoughts.

 

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O. Clemence. O.

Ask him

 

Does he not hear us from these

Positions

 

On the

Station Poles.

 

As we roll our words

Across Drought

 

Faint Fever Fields

Farmed Failed Faith

 

Fat Flies

Biting

 

The Necks

Of

 

The Farmers.

In the Negro Rain.

 

(When many lose

I do win.)

 

Zumasaysgofuckinghangyourselfstropmg

 

O.Clemence.O.

I had a fever for 3 days before my son was born.

 

And when I brought him to the family home

The clouds were shorn.

 

The floods began.

We slept above

 

On risen stone.

Kaolin Bone.

 

The trails were filled with gun powder

And red shards pulling against the wind.

 

In thin veil

His birth had not moved the war along.

 

O.Clemence.O.

The Exodus begun. Then.

 

The archives ancient accumulated artillery

Aching Arching

 

Astray abandoned

Atrium's artery

 

Artificial Horizon

Two Hebrews in the flood and flourless.

 

O.Clemence. O.

Becomes to Change.

 

The place is the same.

The faces are all dead.

 

There is nothing to walk to.

The smell of sweet rotting bodies in the spiritual air.

 

Whyifall

 

 

I slide through the darkest places

Of the above earth minds.

 

And met with less love

Left Limbic Systems

 

Of

The drug cartels.

 

Where the child moans.

On the Highways of Disposal.

 

O.Clemence.O.

When I broke my foot

 

The lives of man broke.

Now is not the time to be excessive.

 

A child in the marketplace

Gave me a magic ball

 

Patina grease.

And then she fell

 

A spine bullet.

Her eyes to mine.

 

The Aurochs sent me a Love Letter.

The grain of gone.

 

Into

The hand plougher's

 

Sweat

Set in Drought our Nation.

 

O. Clemence. O.

My will to immolate.

 

Riding

Crucian Carp

 

To

Clemence.

 

Whiteredredtreedresstool

(Excerpt Satchel Cornstalk)

*I stand by self immolation as a form of protest. I feel fated so.*