Insecure Hypocrite
Nail Biting Anxious
First To Point Out
Repetitive Dull
Spin Cycle,
You Own Nothing.
Your Flag Is Furniture.
Your Timeless Bronze Sculpture in The Castle Courtyard is Dust In The Wind.
You Try To Escape Into Ownership, When There Is Nothing To Pay.
All Realms Of Perception Are False Idols.
All Matter Does Not Matter, Mad As A Hatter.
Shiva Won't Sucker Punch You, But Fuck You Till Your Eyes Bleed Light and Your Bones Break Into Anti-Matter.
No Need For Adoring Preservation of Your Original Ideas.
No Desire for Your Temple.
I Am Without an I AM, Revelationless and The Only Silent Sound.
