Thirteen
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Written by: Sean Jude
- Thirteen
Lyrics
Thirteen
If thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god’s eyes
Beaming with the thirteen skies.
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a flux of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet thirteen
Shone where once her seven had been.
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars,
If thirteen Great Bears raged,
Dicing up to shards,
Orion’s thirteen swords,
Kali’s thirteen breasts
Casting into the void
The will that never rests…
If thirteen seasons cast their ire
Where four had burned a lesser fire,
Winter’s sleep would dream anew
While thirteen suns the death-time through
Tilted toward the loving glow
Of Jupiter’s thirteen moons below
The weight of Chronos’ thirteen hands
Wielding the time in thirteen sands…
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars,
If thirteen hearts of mine did beat,
Pulsing way afar –
Blood and honour could scream anew
Like thirteen diamonds wrought
By thirteen minds of God,
Such life! Elysium sought!
I think I’d like this way…
If thirteen moons danced in my heart,
I would rend the worlds apart
With laughing talons and wild god’s eyes
Beaming with the thirteen skies.
Where the Great Bear roves the northern clime,
What a flux of vibrant time
Would still me if that sweet thirteen
Shone where once her seven had been.
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars,
If thirteen Great Bears raged,
Dicing up to shards,
Orion’s thirteen swords,
Kali’s thirteen breasts
Casting into the void
The will that never rests…
If thirteen seasons cast their ire
Where four had burned a lesser fire,
Winter’s sleep would dream anew
While thirteen suns the death-time through
Tilted toward the loving glow
Of Jupiter’s thirteen moons below
The weight of Chronos’ thirteen hands
Wielding the time in thirteen sands…
What a thrill, Euclidian joy,
A portrait in the stars,
If thirteen hearts of mine did beat,
Pulsing way afar –
Blood and honour could scream anew
Like thirteen diamonds wrought
By thirteen minds of God,
Such life! Elysium sought!
I think I’d like this way…
I just popped it's cherry!
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