Drown, drown
Your mortal soul!
It sours the mind to think
Of a stone that sinks
Fast into the sea.

The stone
Is the famed black mark
On th' palm of pirates, burned
The rot of creation
The spoiled garden dying
And you have
No help.

Hunger is the vehicle of desolation,
And to think
You wanted this
Desecration

Therapy,
Drown in the drowning
Wake, every morning!

Yes my child
You are free
It was all free
Death, yes... death too
Is free

So there.
Have a death.