Act so comfortable with who they are,
Yet they're scared to speak up.
And are shocked when you do.
They argue with you
Endlessly,
Unheedingly
Emotional issues superseding thought.
Look at all the toys I brought.
Constricted rectums, alls a joy
Welcome to the sack of Troy.
The fall of the robust
The fall of the one
Time to hoe our crop.
There is no vision, fate is locked.

Cling to the spring children,
bring a new damnation

The Vase is overflowing
O a pestilence a growing
Waves of sky, blue in nigh
Scared to look me in the eye.

A Mime of the Modern Age