I was raised on a montage
Standing with roses on top of a grave
Sentimental afterfacts that neither care to give
Discipline that neither can ignore
Cyanide adorned curtain cats

Pictured in red and iridescent
Topped with normal cleansers and beauties
Saught all in fall and in the summer
The winter and the spring

Easter Egg knocks between broken wings
Philisophical differences on just cause
Topped with Red

Dynamite in far away caves
Fortune’s mistreatment

Piece of pie