Hand of Fate
Hand of fate, kissing off the breeze,
strokes his nape and none were saved,
no, none were saved, him lying on mustard bed,
he grasps my hand, he coughs my dread.
Screws up his liver, now twists his spleen,
twists and shouts strange visions seen,
twists his spleen when her poison came,
he coughs in bed; utters up love's name,
smiles his last smile and she is to blame.
Oh, hand of fate, yes, she is to blame.
Yes, hand of fate kisses only shame,
kiss shame’s sins when the chopper came,
the chopper came, blunt clubbed my head,
chunked my head, now I’m running fast,
for sweet betrayal was made to last,
constructed good and constructed vast,
caverned deep inside but just too late,
she smiles, she speaks, oh that hand of fate.
Hand of fate comes close with lying lips,
she speaks of love’s hands sleights to trick,
she speaks in silver of a rose that pricks,
sweet rose that pricks inside, and sick
conjuring spells of bitter poison sweet,
we’re not to know when first we meet:
undo your cups and tender make me eat.
Make me eat, yes, make me softly plead,
rubbed raw your knees under leafy trees,
open mouth, expose and you milky tease.
You tease me there until my will must break,
torment with promise of the hand of fate.
Oh, hand of fate, will she bring disease?
One day, certain, beneath dropping leaves,
beneath the leaves, play tunes with your mouth,
play moaning tunes, bring rain not drought,
show me the heat of your sticky tongue
when I twist me round your summer sun
swimming strokes within musk dusky flavour
screaming, oh choky sobs, don't stop, ignore,
ignore her autumn taps upon the door,
her autumn taps and bleak winter sighs,
they speak of snow and bring the lies,
oh, bitter lies that must bar the gate
must bring the Angel and the hand of fate.