Call me hope.
Before we turn to goblins
Internal monsters.
Rummaging and mustering
Through marshes
In the swamplands.
Talking in demonic
Prophecies
And rocking monstrous
******* mosh pits.
It's a gathering of college kids
With bottles tucked
Amongst the ballsweat.
And the scent of
Problems in my nostrils
Smell like monastary
Organs in this gospel


Run for the record.
I check. Devils
On the daily.
I make impeccable
Choices.
Whisper **** no.
Yes. Or maybe
Till the grave that
Has my name
Is strewn with canadian daisies.
I'll be gladly.
Calling shots
Like chicken pox.
Itch on a baby...
You *******
Chachi looking
Lady
Just try to
Disobey me.
I'll be there to drag
You in the flames
*** hell cant keep
On waiting.
That's the apomorphic nature
Of the
hellions
We been raising
One day their just a baby
Next. Their giving
Helpless old ladies
Rabies.
I said. Hell cant keep
On waiting baby
Break a leg
You ******* ancient *****