Burning and Bitter

Burning and Bitter

Burning and bitter
are my thoughts tonight.
I can taste the poison
of the lies I heard tonight.
I have seen my soul
like the falcon you gunned down in flight.
— You’re a sorceress,
you’re a whore,
but you’re oh so sweet in the night

Thirty pieces of silver,
(it’s) not an awful lot.
Thirty pieces of silver,
it’s all the hanged man got.
— He just served his mistress,
you know, Kali, that other god.
Life, death and change:
he was human; it was his lot.
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Notes/Memo