in the desert, we think most clearly- please tell me wat u think!

What we don't know can only save us from the truth.
I can hear you screaming through your face
Your misplaced words have been trampled under the feet of dancing women
Open up your mind to the strange
the rejected
the deranged
To the obscene illusions you see in the night sky
Wild people dancing for what seems to be no purpose
They will let you in
You only have to ask
Here we sing the songs of the ancients
naked
around wild maniacle fires disguised as dancing and chanting
Women, screaming, their hair tangled
their bodies bair only with paintings and words of our tale
We want the truth, we know it's there.
we want it even if they say it's ugly, unpleasent, unhuman,
we want to see.

 

oh, man, me-nads,
burning, bacchantic!

 

wicked... ecstatic...

 

Wow Sick Sad World!!!! (You guys should see Daria)
I like your poem its the expresion of your toughs about the society and how it works and how its your roll there, sometimes it seems that you dont fits well i think thats the message of your poem good work

 

These lines hit me just right and made me smile.

To the obscene illusions you see in the night sky
Wild people dancing for what seems to be no purpose
They will let you in
You only have to ask

 

The Mystery of Filth.