kirinolympic

[run kirin run // run kirin run
see you slipping // keep coming for me // keep come kirin
come kingdom come // unscreen the Sun
Sun a-speaking // keep coming for me // keep come kirin]

some sunned evening // some one dreaming
onomatopoeia z-ing // see the Sun sunbeaming on that sleeping son
heir that was raised // heir to the rays
raised of beneath the air but heir anyway // what he won

something that's sung // something that comes
from between the lungs // air and the ways // brung every day
to every one // air's very taste is bearberry //
here to be praised // hear every son say in tongue

[sayonara sane asylum // for fantasia is our phylum
find a colony of same ones // on this Odyssey for sure
kirinistic our religion // thee olympic is the track
to hold us back is kunta kinte // meaning chaining us is poor]

us omnivores // with a taste for more // out of the ambiance
for art abstract and based on a renaissance // not on a fact
upper echelons call us back with orange yellow shafts
and so we strap our golden medals on to match // run the laps

run to lapse the moons // soon we'll run the maps of Earth and beyond
be on satellites that come from future eons // we are kirin
the ones who slept beneath the beams // but dreamed on in reality
took the lockbox socket // then hooked a key on

when we run He say

[run kirin run // run kirin run
see you slipping // keep coming for me // keep come kirin
come kingdom come // unscreen the Sun
Sun a-speaking // keep coming for me // keep come kirin]

plebs go // hocus pocus, presto // to press dough
the press though // does impress so // people guess it's magic
say they saw-us like presto // see the saw-ups and hat-tricks
tucked in baggage like "let's go" // tons of actresses deathrowed

sneak in rest homes for dragons // feed the captives ambrosia
squeaking bedposts start snapping // as each wyrm lurches forward
belches flame on their mattress // their heart racing so rapid
they start to raise their back // they race the track // they say a-

[sayonara sane asylum // for fantasia is our phylum
find a colony of same ones // on this Odyssey for sure
kirinistic our religion // thee olympic is the track
to hold us back is kunta kinte // meaning chaining us is poor]

our only führer // is the taste for more // until the ambulance
our heart attack then train to morgue // till death is fact
until the pitch-forkers of Salem find their forces of verbatim
fail to phase us // till attempts to stick and tar then stone and hang us

take their course // but of course we'll seldom catch the wrath of lame ones
from the habitat of Satan // once we lack the knack to hate them
once we love ourselves we'll hatch a vast relation toward humanity
including a half-blood of Hell // some day he may run just as well

like

[run demon run // run demon run
see you slipping // keep coming for me // keep come demon
come kingdom come // unscreen the Sun
Sun a-speaking // keep coming for me // keep come demon]

[come kirin come // come kirin come
see you tripping // stay running for me // stay run kirin
run kingdom come // sunscreen to shun
The sun's a beacon // stay running for me // stay run kirin]

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This has been sitting on my hardrive.... I had the intention to re-record, but I've gone and let it sit too long. Alas! Here it is. And it stands as this!