He, in wired coat of flax and followed slant
breathing deep the argonaughts breath of deep
seeing eyes of the eternal nonsense
opened to the callous float of blown up ideals
of anarchy
and anarchism
undulating thugs fleeing through flowing streets
spraying dissent across meaningless concrete
soul-less hyphenation and baseless promises of safety
left to harmonize with the hopeless day
sighing that infinite breath of contention into the hearts of
the young
the youngism
the schism between squalid brown glaciers of upturned mud
glowing with the post-coital bliss of anti-capitalism
each of us carry with us the spark this same spark of idiocy
clamouring for the correct way to express our dread
will I kill today?
Oh father molog
will I kill today?
Oh mother azathoth
goddess of non-gendered destruction
touch us through our shaken shoulders, through the wired coats and the grey hoodies
through the streets of contention
through the houses of dictators
through the mud and the dirt
and the love and the hurt
through the rhyme and the sky
through the questions and unacceptable answers
through the green and black crossed youth of futures hope
through the yellow and black of baseless copulation
through the rape of our families
through the gauntlet of doubt
through the wormhole of Lycanthropy
through the glory of repitition
will I kill today?
Oh brother steadman
steady oh shading the harsh perfect light
shaded by incandescence and signified verbal halitosis
allowing our creativity to bleed through our gums
allowing the scurvy sickness of realities harsh caverns
lighting our way through validity and context
will I die today?
Oh sister moon
and will you cry when I stop thinking your name?
Will we ever sit again, and will I spell your three letter name with hope, or regret, or kindness,
or nothing
Will I die today
oh fleeting collective
of crass and bloodied faces
facets of bloodied facts
sanguine money pushers of normality and appeasement
of leaves and of awakening
of meaning and meaninglessness
of esses and nesses and lochs and
quays
of myth and of fucking
Will I die today?
Oh feeling of doubt
I cannot deny you
I refuse to die without you
Will I die today?
Oh guru nothing
OHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
