The Gag of a Vicious EffigyCaress the midnight fairy-tale, make it whatever it wants to be
Curse the sun but nurse my illusive heart with me.
Flush my melted purged crystal down the toilet
Golden head and silver breast, feet of iron and clay
Flashback to tomorrow, predict beyond yesterday
Soldier of fortune, teller of Christ
Delicious algorithm, feeding on your tearful magic spells
A toast to Anti-Midge movement, will you not join?