The Consequences Of Self WillI've become trashysince I put down that cold axe.I find I want trashbooks, fast food. I've quitwork, want to be left alone.I've left the axe outin the fall weatherto rust in the rain and mudbroken, abandoned.I am not right now,twisted by my thoughts, twistedat what I once was,looking at the scarsand ashes where life burned outand you I could notsave.
Hey you two, sheela-na-gig and green man, what's up?
Just some poetic license :D
We are playing with words, Jozien!Christopher, I've been running this one through my mind. I have a few ideas; I'm not sure if they will come to fruition. Let's see.
Okay, something came to me. It wasn't like any of my initial ideas, but there it is.
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