Paganism,

youthful wisdom,

I saw a hallow man,

he gave me three sticks full,

I poked them through the mud,

I dug up what I thought was clarity,

but instead I found out it was madness,

your eyes let them know how deep their dick was in,

while you mouth worked plentiful hours polishing them,

show me what you are,

poke the bear and run,

it’s trepidation upon the open sea,

grant me a shanty to sing to,

and I will feed the sin,

with the dying breath…