The song of Kine and Kindred.
	by Uriel <vertex/lpi/johan@vertex.se>

Let us call now for the makers of really weird realities.
Let them come to us now with their pranks, dangerous as they can be.
Let them sink their teeth deeper into insanity, let them suffer.

Look at them ranting and screaming, on the square, forever lost.
Look at them trying to put back the missing pieces of their ego identification..
Look: In their mind they live in another world, a stranger one, with faeries.

Like Elvis they will forever change the world, and mold it into a new form.
Like an X-ray examination they will see our deepest secrets.
Like an earthquake they will wake us and not go away, until our eyes are open.

Let them entertain us, the makers of really weird realities.
Let them join our ranks, perhaps they'll learn how to behave.
But let us not forget. Even if they are mad, from that madness comes truth.