Silence if the rotting flesh, insects burrow deep inside, forgiveness a thing for those that live (not I, not I the dead) for those without a breath, for those without a beat, forgives is another word their rotting brain can’t reach, suffering, damnation, scar tissue, for sleeping soundly in a bed of soil is not to be, the devil made that so, and when I speak of that name please know, I mean humanity, for god is just another word we use for ourselves (profanity), but the devil is what we are (sinner hear me true), so blame the devil, and blame the wicked, blame whoever you wish (LIAR) for in the end (ALWAYS) that bitter place, stand only man!
The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
