Suggestion Diabolique
LAETITIA SADIER, TIMOTHY JOHN GANE
An angel
Always the brightest,
Oh surely will
Fall out of the nest
Conscious of the falsifications
And the harnessing
Of our reality
The angel
Would never submit
For his eyes were
Wide open and lit
We brought oil
Where there was a fire
In this way for good
Were bound to the devil
Constantly evolving, curious
Sombre, obscure, dark and luminous
Vitriolic, stringent, prophetic
He penetrated
The wheel of modern
Society that
He hated so so much
Hated with all his strength
The tumbler stayed standing up
All of his life he flinched not
Surpassing of the art
Surpassing cinema
Surpassing life itself
Dang dong dang dong