Martin Lake

09.Martin Lake

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Whitewash broken by a gate

The heavy love, the feather hate

My baptism in Martin Lake

The father, son, I aspirate

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I saw it moving through the trees

I held tight to my sister's sleeve

The broken jaw of history

Now wired for man's own puppetry

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So bind my hands with cotton rope

And cast me to the sea

See if I can float, I'll haunt your memory

Belie your certainty

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The tips of branches flaming high

And puncturing the veil of night

They searched for markings on my thigh

Fed dogs a cake of piss and rye

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Said I'd walked the woods alone

And bowed before the devil's throne

And writ my name upon his page

And took to heart a pagan's plague

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Oh, so force me down upon my knees

And stuff my mouth with rags

And bid the fire breathe, the wind will carry me

Beyond your big empty

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Who do you think, who do you think you are

Family Bible, Christ around your neck

Rearview mirror rosary

Holy water killing spree

Peace be with you

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I went out singing Silent Night

I went out with a strange delight

So swollen by the urge for breath

So taken by the charms of death

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The Minister then wrung his robe

And searched the sky for heaven's dove

Yet none but ravens flew on high

and **** upon the ground nearby