Here I go again-- Sketching the face of God with the prototypical tools of exhaustion Far beyond the drives of enterprise, consistency & indefensible failure-- Gorging myself spastic
Unanswerable accusations are barked through the bullhorn Point-blank to the radar from which their sickness is pumped: Incomparable manifestos presided over by a secret hoard of empty ruses
Inheritance ruptured on the old block’s anvil Stormed by its own halfwit sense of the macabre & besieged by armies it once controlled by all but fairy tale;
