Arm In Armageddon - Doseone

Your calling matters not, to all things

That can’t withstand a single story falling

Or text book mauling

Or long talks about themselves and the egalitarian

Gross sprawl of all faults and hells

They live in… they them this it…

On and on and on eclipse… with no kids, and I don’t know where rent is…

And if things don’t get less armagedon like

You’ll be forced to eat your only friend tonight

It’s broader, than you are un-wed

Like all them friends you’ve had for ten

And still don’t know you yet…

Like a death threat etched on a fabrige egg…

I am so not in love with this shit

All us symetrical cysts, respectively killing to live

All off of largely eachother, and what if’s…

When asked, how we’ll roll

Without our heart and sole

They’ll be told…

Hard as shhhhh…

That’s how its always been

We ants get backs until they quit…

P. S. In jeff, shaun, branden, bren, dave, and john I trust…