wick ends

touch a hot wire? i did touch on purpose - seeing how aloof, pretentious this facade you blink. not that it matters, not to me when heaven is heavy because the rats make rules when cats laze about - they've been fed and it is not up to me to determine a cat's worth so you say, and have a backing so much wall i will not even attempt to break down - you've predicted it well. then get your way shove my face into this fire and then say: "innocence" because grace is a hot wire isn't it? we all feel, sense, touch, make reasonings because all of us - are not perfect. and you made your check mate: touchdown. run - what else is there? legs like wings chicken legs but the devil says - the crowd agrees seeing they're all complicit in this cesspool come, run to your fullness wings of eagle a dark angel spreads fire - from hell perceived as grace: touchdown. undetected. how certain the logic how certain the feelings how certain the spirit and my angel still in bleak darkness croons: all it took was a face. do you like me now? and nothing changed save a tale, skin lies but hey ] they're all real and don't you flesh is king ... ... but don't tell the audience eager to be part of this complicit lie. they all benefit some when they've all dabbed some in a cesspool and i cannot beat the devil's ambition or greed - i'm only mortal - they curse me cause i deliver not. and embrace a light even if it is false because it works. wow; wow wow i suppose wow could go on indefinitely wow there you have it the flesh is King.