Curses

<br>Curses I send<br><br>On these countless men<br><br>Curses on their trespasses<br><br>Will they never end? <br><br>Curses on their blades<br><br>On the spare and open lanes<br><br>Once Ive been searching<br><br>Recipe acclaim (? ? )<br><br>Curses on their children<br><br>Runnin all around<br><br>Makin such a business<br><br>While Im rusting in the ground<br><br>I might rise up to meet them<br><br>When they leave this life<br><br>Might rise up to eat them<br><br>When they leave this life<br><br><br><br>Curses on this valley<br><br>And the lands on up ahead<br><br>I was on my way to meet them<br><br>When they found me dead<br><br>And I clapped my brittle hands<br><br>And I made them join my game<br><br>Now I hope they all decease<br><br>And marry a man in shame<br><br><br><br>Curse every word<br><br>Thats planted on their lips<br><br>Curse the sleek machine<br><br>And their iron colored ships<br><br>Curse every wave that<br><br>Pounds a wicked shore<br><br>Curse every salesman<br><br>Knocking on their door<br><br><br><br>And I am not a creature<br><br>And I am not a dog<br><br>I have no claim to be there<br><br>In the evening fog<br><br>And I am not a bone<br><br>Staring through the air<br><br>Have no say in anything<br><br>My tongue is barely there<br><br><br><br>Curses on curses<br><br>I see no other way<br><br>Some of them are weeping<br><br>And some of them gay<br><br>Some of them have worn<br><br>So deep they feel no pain<br><br>Curses on their fingers<br><br>Curses on their brains