Ode To Rasputin
The fields of taken women
roll out on the clumps of his face
roughly patched désire
and eyes from outer space
Rasputin
The king amongst devils
Rasputin
The man from the next level
Rasputin
Oh make love to moscow
Rasputin
Sinful and blessed
Had you brought your afflicted face
into the chalice of Russian trace
and make them drink your sultry terror
you know nothing, of trial and error
Rasputin
The monk of sin
in his headlight growing eyes
the prince of disease
which most could despise
to infect civillans
who grow weary in resent
to cure the women
who grow weary from torment
of a man made mystery
handed from the gods
Rasputin the legend
teach me your odds
