Originally Posted by
.5KutSkeleton
baptized by gods in rising ponds, our minds are bombs
we are fires caused by crossed wires rapping iron palms
hidden liners drafting applause,
tire tracks are tapped for calls while I am wrapped in gauze
beamed through cracked walls, my technique strangles thoughts
dangling above a ravine's drops I am a priest over diseased crops,
ceremonies over a deceived flock,
I am the author of these ungodly mockeries
as I preach the merits of thievery, my words fall on empty rocks and freeze....