we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he

i thought that god was playing hide and go seek with me but it was just

so I am supposed to divulge enough… for someone to make an informed de… and certainly it is understood tha… for a while it’s the decorum of crazy

she broke up with him because he broke her oscillating f… on a 107 degree day in the Texas s… with one angry punch he destroyed the fan

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,

you drag a soul around in a body and some nights it’s a bag of bricks wondering if there’s anything left to dream for

a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor

Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure