indulge in your sweetmeats

	Stillat in Stellam radium
	celeste stillicidium
	mel stillans quo nil melius

(such sweetness is honey,
 sweeter, still, the stuff of stars)

    nine children ferment in pain killers
   (indulging)
    I wish they would test their dreams
   (against their demons)
     "you and me, we are wife beaters"
   (the killer bees)
	 and your people shall be my alcohol
    (ev'rywhere)
	 and your god shall be my propaganda
    (your fears)
   and our paranoia grows bones
    (while you're asleep)

our paranoia grows muscles,
 skin, teeth, and hair
it starts a military
and builds an empire
   (on the broad dark shoulders
    of peasants without dreams)
our paranoia builds
biological weapons of mass destruction
 (under our beds at night)

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