Within the soil beneath your feet lies the sins of modern man, a bathing of ritualistic needs and wants, belligerent, befalling the cross of another’s beliefs, do not judge, when you are incapable of judgment, for the stone in your hand, is a sign of your deception, shielding your lies with my pain, prophesies are taken, lives are never forgiven, see me fly as you realise, I am in heaven, and your heaven, is my hell…
The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
