Composed by foul stenched monoliths and
uplifted sacred roots trailed by what tried to be the fluorescent
exhilarated with one-eyed red fanged monsters
I find your deliberation false,
indeed
I find most of your act genus to be sick and filtrated.
Aren't you scared by now,
you know that they are looking at you
through the cracked drywall of
black fury expectancy  
white foggy diseased
yellowed putrid oaths
that were supposed to protect you
but didn't
so now they just sit and watch you.
I'm surprised you haven't lost what you used to be so proud of,
I'm surprised that how dare you with hurt  
gone away with the
rotating sun that lives within itself
I don't understand why you aren't
scared of the universe.

I know I am.