AGAINST THE WALL
I SAW THE HALL
I WALKED ON
I WOULDN’T MAKE IT PAST DAWN
I SMELL THE BEAST
RIPPING AND TARING AT HIS FEAST
THAT WAS STOLEN FROM AN-OTHERS FOREST
I’ve never in all my conclusions drawn from world figured out how to truly become free from being lost. My directions have ether been ruled by illness, intoxication, s.s.r.i.’s, force and stupidity, I see field’s of Blue Agave’s.