May 3 2020

[maggot]

So I had just sat down at the breakfast table this morning when my room temperature full glass of apple juice shatters right in front of me.

Not that it matters like facts that slipped through the cracks
Dead causes and corpses attract
Rats and maggots and sometimes
The exalted vultures with press passes
Condoning and condemning drastic plastic false notions and idols
In a effort of self preservation
They built machines around the truth
Bought and brought hellfire down upon their Father's roof
So uncouth
The skins they sought to reserve were their own and the grave sucked them down  today
"I Feel Alone" now starts to play.