at the slave milling of that property
where the pencil is provided
to taken in routine to be freed
i trapped your crime
in shameful spite
the mouthing of how, crawls back inside
as prisonered as the night holding lust
birth of freedoms removal
the haste to decay
upon her stains, against her he gaveled
the mans lurid dependence for mastering
be silent, birds will fly in your heart my dear
the cat crawls awakened by your sounds
the true love is after being removed
Either the sheriff or the church girl appearance
Both are vile customers of deception
Mutual fames of poison
The Jewish insurance of war and isolation
The monotony and sedition sedentary behind time
Privatized history and allowance of good crime
Ghetto hosts and sadists from slow lands
have not been in these sheets with you yet, tonight?