Have no fear,
all the wastes are won.
What have I become?
A fatherless son.
To shake and smear,
your blood and tears,
over the walls of the damned.
Cant you see?
All thats bottled within,
with horrible things that,
grin with broken smiles.
Grinding teeth,
floor shakes from beneath.
From this I can tell
the walls are moist,
stink of sweat,
drip with angst and joy.
The days have passed,
but nothing did last,
to show me the way was paved.
Have no fear,
patron saints and satyriasis’
you can have a place,
where you preach and feed.
A numb feeling,
pulsing through my back,
to spine through all my needs.
Crouched and curled,
how do you see the world?
I see the naked and thin,
they have the power to win.
A thought of one immortal sign,
beast or man,
they can push away the right.
So have no fear,
I can smell the end is near,
watch and wait.
as we procreate.
Have no fear,
it is the year to win.
