Take these images and fry them
All your words are nonsense
Birth the shadows of your objects
And let the river drown them
Swim against tides of pain
Maintain your aggression
Life is purposefully depressing
We are managing our minds
Frightened by our spines
We are all cowards and concubines
While retroactive impostors
Seek to govern our speech
Beseech your pleasantries
For if you try to please them
You'll be silently defeated