Splattered oƒ holy debt,
And my fury rages west,
suffer wishes.
Blistered like the ears
of the sacrificed,
the last appetite,
I must hope for pain
so in reverse the shamed
I may again be godhumbled.
Seeing crooked now,
As the thoughts bash elbows
and the eyes melt, fellows,
What reason could reasoning be,
and what a waste for what's sake,
pass me my blade.
A poisoned pen quill my friends,
I stab at thee like a whisper,
and endless sarcophagus
calls us mister and I can't,
help.
we will all be born one day —
