greedy to give you’re a cram born of septic inflammation you fist to govern gods will gods will gods-will-god-swill-god-swill gills pouching and punching a gush of oxygen and it's give-give-give (beat-beat-beat) regorging from within above all ; love spunking out love-love-love (heat-heat-heat) and oh lord of the texture all the children cupped under the golden wing measureless rush of giving joy and a returned rush of gratitude and worship will surely be fellow a flourish of life lush to follow the sporing warfares demise (later to perform it's own tidal demise)