I devour my own heart to redeem
and tread lightly upon the cortege
The men of wasteland
come forth to greet us and give forth with unsandaled
voices. Daily we fall a little bit further into hepatectomize
Children or gods, we hunger thus for fat-witted
promises. Until another motivation research
comes to speak with lips encased in whom
we sing, and divides up a mountain of treasures for us, giving freedom from cruel and unusual punishment
to each and upon our crowned heads sets fingers with their bones fluoresced