Interim

The stench of havoc Slothful gospel Purify what cannot be justified The death is left by glutton palms Constant burden with no valor Facetious thesis peeled to pieces Excrete Frivolous content That emits ignorance in every reveal Stationary to the contrary Anticipate lifeless momentum An uneasy calmness Murmurs in the decor Vociferate in panic Suffering in sough Radiate hostility Heave to conceive Picked by the picnic To truth the bluff Deranged duration Misted over in a trance Desire to be stranded Abandon understanding Observation seems to foster Both sets of swollen lids Damaged optic organ Within falsity of thy sight Turpitude with no gratitude Only adds confusion And in conclusion Only adds confusion And in conclusion Only pollutes our way of life With every ripple of the day Nothing is simple or put on display Separated turmoil spreads uneven An emptiness with a terror of hex Longated worry seems to scurry Constantly making the future blurry No threats or security in believing Only disappointment in what lies next