Age of the Fish

Climb moun­tains so high
cross rivers so deep
together
full of heroic deeds
and hymns
that will be for­ever sung

we share our sleep­ing bags
and every­thing we have
tomor­row
full of heroic deeds
and damsels in distress

soon enough
our kisses will be bites
pain is then delight
in tem­ples of love

our hands will always be fists
our love will be rape
we will be full of hate

we are chil­dren of our time
we dance with the dead
together
we will turn you inside out
and devour you from head to toe

soon enough
our kisses will be bites
pain is then delight
in tem­ples of love

our hands will always be fists
our love will be rape
we will be full of hate

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