The Beast And His Horn
Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 3:29 am
Oh Daniel, my brother
You wanted a Kosher Alexander
Though long-lived and more fierce
The kind foretold by Poets
With Agendas and two-edged pens.
But you got the Nazarene
Whom you called a Samaritan
And a trip to a Pit of your own making.
Oh John, my brother
You wanted what you wanted
The desire of women, or the women of desire?
The kind foretold by Nazarenes
With only seven horns remaining
But you got the Caretaker's friend
With a Key in his pocket
A Key to a Pit of your own making?
You wanted a Kosher Alexander
Though long-lived and more fierce
The kind foretold by Poets
With Agendas and two-edged pens.
But you got the Nazarene
Whom you called a Samaritan
And a trip to a Pit of your own making.
Oh John, my brother
You wanted what you wanted
The desire of women, or the women of desire?
The kind foretold by Nazarenes
With only seven horns remaining
But you got the Caretaker's friend
With a Key in his pocket
A Key to a Pit of your own making?