If you ask me and you shouldn’t anyway
Any day it could fall to the way side
God sized hate
Let’s defenestrate the magistrate
Magnetic rhetoric
I’m ahead of hit
A Steady hand
Stand fast
Always at the ready
Threadbare because I’ve torn out all of my hair
Plagued by a moment of clarity
Nothing is dull
When I die I’ll leave a nice skull
Tighten the rope on another bitter misanthrope
Nothing is dull
When I die I’ll leave a nice skull
Flashing a “V” with hidden
two! three! five!
Mine
Woman and man
A secret known to noone
Believed in by all
Always waiting
Always ready
Always fitting to be tied