Violence is a grate invitation to our lowest selves…
Step Out Side
Low
I will be with you
Till the end of time
The cycle of violence
Remains
Bared in truth
Know madder
What
Your will
Dead too peace
Life like water
A fluid soul serfing
The gravity of every situation
How ever feudal to be helled
Buy any vassal
Have empty, half fool
You’ve got to
Serve somebody
Or sum thing
Sow wee are tolled
Being no bodies
Subject to no thing nest
Hour soul hope
To be picked at last
By the most power full
Aside
Eternal grateful nest
Collared in violence
Knot a quest in
Of mirrorly giving up
Heaven’s above
Abut just
Down to earth
Sect’s feat under
Know obligation
That perp pet you all
Invitation
As if
The invention of the we’ll
That menacing some in
And low
Bar swagger
That woo who invitational
Who can’t see beyond
Violence
Soully axing
Awe in the vicinity
Too join them
In their alley weigh
Impassable
To void
That mythical other side
One for awe
Super seeded by
That step out side
The only incite job they know
Supplanting our chants for peace
