Way down here in Kali’s garden

Way down here digging deep

with seeds of anger, betrayal, and the recurrent cry

of the dispossessed, the searing drive for blood and vengeance.

Way down here in Kali’s garden

Way down here digging deep

Way down here

while the faithful sleep

The pain of imperfection is always there.

This thing called human difficult to bear.

Only sensory deprivation or sensory overload will make you not care.

Whichever road you take will lead you to death.

Cheers to the few who dance their way through

til death comes into view.

But way down here in Kali’s garden

everybody’s angry

everybody’s got an ax to grind.

From the first war of birth, Kali oversees in blood.

A mythic image cast in a dark shadow to the violence

that leads to the awareness of the human.

Kali receives the prayers of we depraved humans,

the prayers of the downtrodden,

the prayers of our greed,

the prayers for protection in our weakness.

Way down here in Kali’s garden

while the faithful sleep.

Way down here in Kali’s garden

where roses bloom in blood and

revolutions spring from angry tombs

Way down here digging deep

while the faithful sleep

Kali’s moon is dark

far beneath the earth with motives hidden

The whisper of her lust forbidden

in ceremonies of darkness driven.