rod of truth
fucked me places
i did not know i had
vacant ripped up hallucinations
of that ideal life
I am shit upon
weak fearful ingrate
enlightened ingnorant
education as torture
torture as education
dead lifeless babies
sorrows knife unsheathed
Hollow is the mind
like a universe
galaxies in motion
trees are our saviours
plant them and they will grow
I am sorrows bastard child
when she was raped
the horned beast of idleness
came upon her in the storm
undulating adulation of
fierce cabbage idols
Misery and indifference
haunted by the night
salved by the dawn
fucked by the rod
