The world does not fit our make believe
We curse a broken world
Our teaming tender tended mental constructs
Ribbons of psyche tattering
In cyclonic winds resistance generated
Thrash the i ****** delirious
We grasp the tumorous slimy glob
As god thought heaven sent me self
Earnestly religiously unknowingly
Crying children crave the honeyed razor blade
Voices screeching tears falling heart anguished
Living breathing hells of thought