The cult,
the incest...

Mountainous terrain from
irritant to...

I could just slip,
back to the rumor...

Make a flower,
for me...

Ringing distant memories,
subside...

\"The walls taunted with enclosure, held...
Each blood stained wall remained, and for the days...

Painless,
priceless...

As i sit here,
enjoying...

Slump down and get
saturated by the fat...

Heavy clouds part
and sun rays fill in the spaces...

In the mood for milk,
mix it with cat piss...

Metallic wash,
settles to ground...