o my god i am completely
out of control
these poems are insane did
I write these I must have
been out of my
freaking tree
freak tree
king tree
freak tree
with twisted buds
and haemorrhaging
molasses
NOTE: in 'Our Lips Are Sealed'
there is much wisdom
when you look at them
look right through them
that's when they'll disappear
that's when you'll be feared
that is when I shall return
with an army and all your cities
I shall burn
that is when I shall be back
in control
of such chaotic performances
as will cause you
to spaz out in earnest
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