I dreamed I saw St Augustine
alive as you or me
tearing thru these quarters
in the utmost misery
w a blanket underneath his arm
and a coat of solid gold
searching for the very souls
whom already have been sold

“Arise Arise” he cried so loud
in a voice without restraint
“Come out ye gifted kings and queens
and hear my sad complaint
no martyr is among ye now
who you can call your own
so go on your way accordingly
and know you’re not alone”

To Ramona

“but it grieves my heart love
to see you try to be a part of
a world that just dont exist
it’s all just a dream babe
a vacuum, a scheme babe
that sucks you into feelin like this

I can see that your head
has been twisted and fed
by worthless foam from the mouth
I can tell you are torn
between stayin and returning
back to the South
youve been fooled into thinking
that the finishin end is at hand
but theres no one to beat you
no one t defeat you
cept the thoughts of yourself feelin bad”