Blue Serge

worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering

whims condition as night falls

spills disease mental sores

mine exploding you fucking liar

lines form short mans views

cassandra's curse prophets eyes

sees the truth they perceive as lies

this controls my mind

after supper o much fatter

how to reconcile this matter

lies disfigured one on top no distinction soaking sing

a screaming phrased in ill contempt

not worth it

this controls my mind

so whose resolve cant stop them now

raving mad so very small

kisses dust storm wave good-bye

have no need to scrape so high