Venus

[Georges]

Venus

Rings of ethnic blue and the power of the face
The ultimate procreator of all the human race
Gases swirl and mystify the emotions of the third eye
As the dove metamorphised into a raven, in a salty sky

Smell the hormones and tongue the passions of the hate
Serpentised poison in the fangs of the Eden's, virgin lake
One genetic combination from the spirals, of the divinity mistake
How many of you really can differentiate the beauty of a good fake?

Dark and mystified ,aligns the cannibalism of the lustful, human flesh
Generate the Kabbalistic numbers, of the electric fired over the mesh
High in the towers of the Babel, smoothed by the touch of caress
A volcanic eruption and the belief, of those that are eternally blessed

Cascade into the clouds, of the humid and sulphuric and concentrated airs
Try and look beyond, the vacancy of the marionettes fearful and stupified stare
Climb the spiral rungs and the thunderous hooves of the white, winged mare
Learn to understand artistry and the creation of the divinity called flare

Rise from the gases, amongst the foams of the creations of the masters
Perfection portrayed from the artist's mind, of the potiental, for disasters
Smile and shell your beauty, it exists from the well, that is hidden within
learn to realise the depravity, that polarised the pure entity, without sin

Smolder with the sulphur of the volcanic, mystery, primeval soup of fire
Listen to the soothefull music and the divine, vibration of his musical lyre
Watch as the pureness of the white dove of Noah's hope darken, in the polluted mire
Prove to yourself that the romantic, often never matches up to the actual desire.

Georges.