03:15 a.m.

The Crowd Steamy Cloud

Violently Unsilent Noct

Expelled from party tomb

I have rederranged ;
Challenged my malady

My address is similar
But my social costume and patterns
Will alter

Some villains will lose they’re teaming with me
Others will find grip with me

I scowl at the moon
‘Reflector !’

Silting the meaning
Approaching new living
With fresh vibration
And an underscore of family sadness

I’ve missed a trick here
I’ll roll the new day

take up work

make bright the ‘Growther’
to the tune of your malady
(a conduct-able cancer and
loft’s great romancer)

enforce a new beginning
(Sin Spinner)

it
can
only
but
hurt

no longer be vice held
and clung

break rocks and
enforce Gods freedom
from this thickening medium

ghup open a wound
a raw exposure
to a volume of care
and healthy elements

a living wound of prayer
for purpose