Two old fools appeared at Hell’s doors With fire magik not seen before They cut and burned themselves to bits Then they reformed.
“Bring these minstrels here!” said One and Seven-Death “Must see this magik before there’s nothing left” The old fools declined, humbled and ashamed. Beaten to obey, all part of the game
“Where do you come from?” the Lords asked “We know not of our strange blood’s past” “Now kill our dog then best bring him back.” “That was good but…”
“Can you kill man ‘til he’s at his last breath?” “Return his life once his heart’s out his chest?” “With ease” the masked twins replied. With a hand wave the Lazarus man opened his eyes
“Now kill yourselves, our magik trick staff” They did and came back having a good laugh “Please do us next, we want the big fun!!!” They cut them up...
...And never ever put the Lords back together The twins removed the skin and clothes of leather “It’s now you fools who shit you pants!!!” Their uncles friends were then tormented with ants!
The Devils, mad as hell, just wanted the twins dead So the bat lord Kama-Zotz sliced off Hun’s head Xbalanque screamed a mountain through their revelry He promised them a quick death soon to be. The buzzard Vuch wings blanketed the sun And Huracan smiled as the next chapter was spun (now I tell ya)
“Hun’s head shell is now complete Just play along and we’ll seal their defeat, Rabbit friend steal the ball that they will track By the fucking stars we’ll get my brother’s head back!!!”
Devils hurled ball at Hun’s head for decimation Xbal stopped the ball with magik deflection The rubber ball rolled deep into the woods Seven monsters followed it as best they could The rabbit hid ball and the Lords were deceived It was then that Hunahpu’s head was retrieved The brogue worked time to finish off the liars To beat the devil you must first survive his pyre.
“We’ll jump in willingly you know we ain’t scared!!!” They did then a powder of their bones was prepared The devils cast their problem ashes to the stream Then talks of mermen filled their ears and their dreams
Magic twins of Blood with different names Played ball, miffed the gods as their fathers did the same The lords sent a challenge in a jungle roll A bug in a frog in a snake in a Russian hawk doll Armed with blowguns and Xan the Mosquo spy They crossed the river and called the Lords to their eyes They never smoked cigars or felt the hot seat So clever they were leading to the Devils’ defeat We are your incarnation The worst kind of distant relation
“Who or what are you???!!! Where do you come from???!!!” “We do not know. But your blood will flow!!!”
Magic ants snuck dew pedals past the owl fools Lords slashed their mouths so future owls open wide to “who” In the Pantera House the twins threw bones The big bunch of hungry pussies then left them alone Getting closer to crush Xibalba’s empire Bricks of coal and wood pacified the house of fire Lords of Hell forget the future’s sewn from the past And how your nasty actions gives karma the last laugh. We are your incarnation The worst kind of distant relation “Who or what are you???!!! Where do you come from???!!!”
WHAT IS THAT NOISE??!! Screamed seven devil Lords of Xibalba Have you no respect for the dead? four owls sent to present a duel to the fools A game in Hell is called, wear your best threads Walk down endless stairwells past a blood filled lake A four colored crossroads awaits your mistake evil jokesters made decoys for a laugh and the stone bench burns the skin right off your ass!
We are the Lords of lands of deceit you offer your souls at the base of our feet Be sent to a house where the freezing wind howls or one where Pumas stalk you with snarls and growls! A house where knives screech ‘til you’re crazy with in A house of bats that bite and shroud your skin The twins shat their pants awaiting their doom Banished to darkness in the House of Endless Gloom Devil Lords gave them candles and cigars Un Trojan Regalo shines in black morning dew “Strip and paint them for death on the altars!” Then a Seven Club pulled out the Hearts of Two Buried at Puzbal-Char, Hun’s head fruited a tree Lord Blood’s lil’ girl swallowed its Seed of Progeny Four Owls sent to present the new mother with death But they saved her and only a phony heart was left We are the Lords of lands of deceit you offer your souls at the base of our feet Be sent to a house where the freezing wind howls or one where Pumas stalk you with snarls and growls! A house where knives screech ‘til you’re crazy with in A house of bats that bite and shroud your skin The twins shat their pants awaiting their doom Banished to darkness in the House of Endless Gloom
Brothers Calm and Silence broke their vows of self to scream to life one existence
For him, her, this, that, and all that’s in between Their tongues filled a universally shared dream
The cries of dumb beasts seemed to displease and the mouths of the mud men were also ceased
Gods can move in mysterious ways Strange how omniscience still craves our praise
Sad fates for the forgotten men of wood an endangered few survived being cat food
By monkeying round in the trees you can still hear there howls in the misty silk breeze...
Ack-Ack Oo-OOOOOooooo Ack-Ack Oo-OOOOOooooo Then came their son of their overwhelming pride Vucub-Caquix had diamond eyes and gold bones inside “I am the Sun, the Light, the Moon” Calm and Silence shook their heads at the baffoon
Foolish Vucub claimed light as his glory The Hero Twins own that right, this is their story....
And the construction worked stopped between shovelfuls of concrete and debris to wipe the dust off of his brow as the night pressed on like a westbound train to a far away coast. The confetti of glass, rock, and metal on his shoulders and forearms shone in the moonlit glow like blue-collar rhinestones. This kind of urban dry rub is actually tiny cuts that won't be felt until a wash cloth rubs the particles away with bits of skin still attached. Taking a moment to breathe he lit up a cigarette. He looked up to the sky as if to see a mystic answer etched in stars that would never come. It was then that he saw the blue moon rising.
"Haven't seen a moon like that in some time" He snorted out a black glob of sooty snot, shrugged, and continued to shovel some more. A few shovel loads in he thought to himself, "Someday, I won't have to shovel past midnight. Someday, but I guess not today"
