Pave whatever heartfelt wisdom you have with bedrock Bury it under thick heavy ores Tombstome lullaby your thoights for me. Catacombs. Temples. Deep in the under earth hidden from my children My children who come to me of their own will I do not make them, they make me. I am nothing without thise I inspire Take your worship of their bodoes somewhere else Take your lures Your beartraps Your candy To the cattleprodding red man wher you will hide your ambitious eros for my family If you are really "Wise"
Oh, they love you don't they? You made them so giddy to be slaughtered After years of molding and guiding One tertdacyl swoop with your hungery eyes My friend. youbare not worthy of my rivalry I do not need to throw gauntlets down for ****. Let there be no forgiven intentions Your mind would not be kept to yourself If you laced it with trip wire We know your secrets.
This is not a wizard battle. we are not spiraling in a cataclysm on rooptop islands playing guitars shootig fireballs at one another
I am standing in a doorway. You are naked on a bed My arms are crossed and you are leaving. This is not a goodbye This is a warm bath, ibeprofen for your headache and a razor blade Charity
Patrick starfish has a better home then you deserve. Even at the bedrock of bikini bottom You are mpt far enough down Down Down Out of sight Get your filthy hands off this grass This sky This air. Stop breathing already