BLENGER - Ali Gangga

An old Paiute woman Who survived the seizer's devastation Of Yellow Thunder Sees a prairie With tall verdant grass Flowing like in ancient days She lies in the grass Clutching handfuls of the green stuff With a hungry passion She has felt since childhood A Creek boy Missing his scalp Closes his eyes And dreams of his entire nation Welcoming him home Calling his name In sweet, familiar tones "Chijajin. Chijajin. Come home." A Cheyenne warrior Sees in his vision A black river Flowing over the verdant earth As it rolls towards him He sees it is the buffalo Risen again Growing like wild flowers Over the land Each sees part Of the ancient And future paradise Now awaiting them The Chief, Wavoka Having called Now listens for the response That will awake his slumbering people And redeem

I am the keeper of my death More attempts without success Than times my name's been on your fucking breath This not a lesson or a test This is a fucking threat I don't forgive - I don't forget And I don't have much patience left Get back behind the glass words that you spit I almost can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please... my name is misery How many times could you spit in my eye Before you thought that I'd take your hide I tried playing nice, let you live your lies But lightning won't strike in the same place twice Done is done and you're out of time We're way past the point of me wasting mine Still got shit on your lips from the next in line Get the fuck off your cross bitch it's my time 2 shine Crawl your way through I almost can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please. my name is misery And misery is everything Cold - ink black and writhing - a living hell From my fractured teeth I've made Poison blades for you all, and you'll all kill yourselves In my shadow where your sorrows dwell Larger than heartlessness and just as well Bullshit banter from a limelight whore With nothing actual to fucking live for Borrow the image - suck up motherfucker Keep kissing mirrors from your spot in the gutter I just can't believe You think you could be anything to me Please... my name is misery I'm much more than your "woe is, me" Or something that you take or leave And contrary to belief... I don't keep company