Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.

You take my place in the showdown,
I’ll observe with a pitiful eye,
And humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.

Heart and soul, one will burn.

An abyss that laughs at creation,
A circus complete with all fools,
Foundations that lasted the ages,
Then ripped apart at their roots.

Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
When savagery turns all good reason,
There’s no turning back, no last stand.

Heart and soul, one will burn.

Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.

Basic instincts, social life,
Paradoxes side by side.

Don’t submit to stupid rules
Be yourself and not a fool.
Don’t accept average habits
Open your heart and push the limits.

Open your heart
And push the limits.

- Enigma

Joan of Arc had a dildo named Jesus,
made of wood from the cross of its namesake.
She considered the splinters atonement
and when she came it would fill her with light!

“Speak to me Lord” she said,
“and the world would never be the same.”

“I know that Satan,
the stranger, the foreign, the invader
is the creator of mexican immigrants and al-qaeda.

And Lord I’ll understand if you want the earth to be flooded again
in fact my faith could melt an iceberg, if you ever need a hand…
Just deliver me and mine to the promised land!”

Joan of Arc was a warrior poet.
And she baptized the world in flame.
And she never stopped to wonder, for even a moment
why “Jesus” never came.

- B.Dolan