i'm living on a solitary prayer vandalized my ego to make it rare with teeth stained with lies i've told and promises lost in the cold
i tussle and taser to hide my lovers and all that i am - a mess or tastemaker sprinkling tersely on my mercy seat will make my season go complete?
i pull the labrys & the throttle artefact-sprites in uranium soil declaring my truth atop of the flagpole i'm the custodian of haute culture
a flotilla of judgment riding skyhigh like dido's love-lachrymose down demise they say "better rethink your useless vendetta" but first we'd better get out of their siberia
where the masses doubt the angry fix "ignore the (g/h)aze above the pyramid if we only couldn't have any more locked in dominican ****** wards
This was inspired by all those nights I've watched the News and gone depressed over the human condition. So it's something like the world's dirge. I know the meter is off and the rhymes are cheesy, but it's heartfelt: all of it.