The Idiot

The watchman under the house. He walks on the stairwell. Takes off his soggy raincoat. Prostrates himself and prays. The king of the city. The lord of the people. Kings dancing to the lazige. For the holy man's head on a plate. The watchman stares at the heavens. He's writing a book of life. The dawn is breaking outside into a dreary rainy Morning. The longer the hunger. The madder the devils. Judas is serving the bread and the veil is Torn in the temple. The devils creep through the windows. The devils creep into souls. Dispensing with their sheep's clothes. Wearing their fangs and claws. The brighter the stars. The softer the sounds. The rooster has crowed three times and sunshine is Already coming. The prince enters the tube. Takes off his funny hat. Takes out a graffit pencil and writes "idiot" on The wall. The higher the sun. The shorter the shadows. The tombstones read at graveside. Easter day has come to the world. There can be no night without and there's no Day without the dark. The heavenly cycle of powers brings us life and Brings us luck. There can be no night without Light and there's no day without the dark. The idiot. The idiot. The idiot. The idiot. A son Without a fatherland. A man With no motherland. The idiot. A prodigal son without a fatherland. An orphan with no motherland. The idiot. The idiot. A son Without a fatherland. A man With no motherland. The idiot