Current 93
PERSIMMON
A warning to ๐‰๐ฎ๐๐š๐ฌ!
Theology and hives spread
In ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐‰๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฒ
๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š and ๐–๐จ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐œ๐ค
The Murder Mothers Move
Through the hedgefires over mud
Rings of plastic madness scorn
Ancient ๐‘๐จ๐ฆ๐ž and ๐„๐ ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ญ and ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐œ๐ž
The horns fall over me
Dreaming of times
And lotuses in fields of rubble
Bearded swift shift to ๐’๐จ๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐š
Opened her heart to me
Stood in her empty face touching her lips
With her fists
Biting and drawing down sparrows
By her sighing and the space of her bow
The lorries are full of gold and fog
I have the ๐˜ธรถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ in my hand
I have misheard ๐€๐๐จ๐ง๐š๐ข and brought down
๐€๐ข๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ in the Mass
Corrupted Hosts by breathing grimoires
And breaking into the ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ'๐˜ด ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ
When I was in the desert I was
By the dedred sea see the caravan
Dragging the Sun unto set
Heard stolen cock-crow
Thieved pricks hardened by time
Into your face and her grimace
As Rainbow ๐๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ is Goat Lady Supreme
Your throat as breathe gold spores
The little pinky
The ticker and the counter
The forged face: I have forgotten you
With ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ and persimmon you're all
All so told and spelled out
X under your name ๐Œ๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž
Poor Doll Poor ๐†๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž uninyou
Formed I heard had news from
Acidic Heaven
Home of the formerly dead
Heard have bit more then I knew was true
Ate Stars in dreams
Heard priests rant on pure
Shovelled cat shit into sinks
Gagging as the rusted sword unrolls
Tip to Teeth in ฮบฮฟฮนฮฝฮฎ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐œ๐ž
Lord God
Let it
Day That
In ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐ซ๐š๐ž๐ฅ
Broken glass from another time
Of flogging and the ded hiding
In the bottom of the water by the headless walk
Read pornography in cherry blossom
In the locust storm born out of horses' thighs