black is my mind my body and soul

white the light but it still looks yellow

past the point were turning back is not an option

revenge is only folly if success is valid conquest

belittling immigrants

who settled for scraps off our battlements

preposterous pledges by parliament

only campaigning for the next election

correction only acting for praises by thespians

who digress me again its a mess, sin.

what I'm saying is puppeteers puppet them

and they speak in voice roll

440 A is what rock sold

  watch the room get cold

but even if I said it you still likely wouldn't know

its old

giving rhythm to a message, that predates me

but the soul

pours forth,  so as for digging my feet

I may as well be digging a hole

like a mold compulsion

perpetual veritable intervals  

in a vexing verbose

burying any chance for understanding

overwhelming cowardice

forces most to just live with it

a mask makes a brave man

so one day well rise again

hiding in sub-text

my plain sight re-utterance

if you do nothing you change nothing

now shut up and forget I said anything

*gooble gobble