A theme unto thine self
A rattle in my thought grinder
Demon seed of angels
Blessed each night with pleasure
Sounds of serendipity and doo-dah and day
Tripping over Egyptian tombstones as big as the sky
And RA screams, "Let me out of the Irrational storm of earth."
His prison eighty-eight keys to command
The power of mighty arrangement
Brutality swirling amongst the dust of tomorrow.