Just a shame. My Father burnt a rodent,
And we have visitors in our home.
For once we probably shouldn’t elicit such
violence.

So far the dream has been tumultuous,
There has been no ******.
This time I think we should attack his psyche; erase the lines in the sky
have his enemy call.

Does he give the mind freewill and tear down the enemy,
Debating on his happiness as a whole.
The wind pipes suggest to leave it be but the kingdom encourages
Madness savagery.

The enemy awaits and is kind,
******* kind as a castaway.
The low brow suggests complete massacre of the mind
Though whose mind - he is not one to discriminate.