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

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