Hear it read by a text to speech program here!
https://www.yakitome.com/tts?a=T&b=867666&c=NF4KID3bqk&d=T
Hear my song of flaming water,
I, the savage demon screaming,
flames from out my couchant shadow,
Paint my anger with your Whitebrush,
Bind me with the ruined Judean,
Bring them art that is like Shakespeare,
Burn a pall upon my wigwam,
Drink upon the smoke that hovers,
Choke upon a forming blackness,
That is used as clay with redness.
feeling my back I continue…
Whipped when treated as a monster,
Now I am the evil devil,
Lusting after what is purer,
See me as a swine that’s lustful,
Burn me with your morning bacon,
See us now inside our trailers,
See the smoke that may by wafting,
See our veins that are protruding,
Hear our teeth with constant chatter,
On a screen men track the salt-licks,
Hear the primal sound of whoop-whoops,
Kill us bad boys in your shootings,
I am ugly I am evil,
See the female of my image,
Wrinkle at my savage sister,
See a squaw whose breasts are sagging.
Name us in your leafy volumes,
Praise my gentle magic brother,
Post my tribe upon a street-sign,
Place a coin above my eye-balls,
Cast away my angry shadow,
Look upon the crimson river,
See the mist that is so soothing,
Casting ghosts in an illusion.
https://www.yakitome.com/tts?a=T&b=867666&c=NF4KID3bqk&d=T
Hear my song of flaming water,
I, the savage demon screaming,
flames from out my couchant shadow,
Paint my anger with your Whitebrush,
Bind me with the ruined Judean,
Bring them art that is like Shakespeare,
Burn a pall upon my wigwam,
Drink upon the smoke that hovers,
Choke upon a forming blackness,
That is used as clay with redness.
feeling my back I continue…
Whipped when treated as a monster,
Now I am the evil devil,
Lusting after what is purer,
See me as a swine that’s lustful,
Burn me with your morning bacon,
See us now inside our trailers,
See the smoke that may by wafting,
See our veins that are protruding,
Hear our teeth with constant chatter,
On a screen men track the salt-licks,
Hear the primal sound of whoop-whoops,
Kill us bad boys in your shootings,
I am ugly I am evil,
See the female of my image,
Wrinkle at my savage sister,
See a squaw whose breasts are sagging.
Name us in your leafy volumes,
Praise my gentle magic brother,
Post my tribe upon a street-sign,
Place a coin above my eye-balls,
Cast away my angry shadow,
Look upon the crimson river,
See the mist that is so soothing,
Casting ghosts in an illusion.