Talk about something
Actually anything, because this is all starting to appear rather ludicrous
Do people really sin for funs-sake,
cause brothers in suddenly not
so
interlinked arms
To beg for their every absolute last worth – it hurt like frozenover Hitler-hell when they crushed his beating heart and gladly reimbursed Mother Earth with drib-drab everything
Blood sticky and dry
Boiling to curdle against
The breathe again surface
Must We zip up our egos to go politely away
