Crush cut **** flip
**** guns **** kids
Sharp knife dig into the blood honey spread thick

It’s a mode it’s a *** shoot show it’s a stitch
Everyone will grow in his heavenly dome ring

You’re already less eternal than I...
By killing a kid in the blink of an eye
I don’t need to believe in a heaven you see,
I just feel the breeze in the arms of the trees

You’re a smudge on a page
A pen that’s exploded
Not like the kids who’s blood will be moulded

What will you do when your wind-up stops working?
Your teddy bear lurking– its eyes can’t be fixed
It’s too late now, you’re trapped in this -
Where muddy roots mutate your tapestry wings...