As the kettle gets too hot to handle while the whistle blows,Hawks fly in flocks as the heat from war rises.But,As sweet as it sounds,That moment arrives where they must depart.Isolated inside the belly of the Beast.And,Never shall they know when they're attacked by their own.Once a territory's been seized by One,Who knows what they'll... Continue Reading →
Sour Patch Men
Spit the kind of bars where the whole room will wine. Inside of a glass house I'm breaking through with lines, Punches you could not avoid as I bruise your eyes. With all the fruits of life. Food from thy, While I move in stride. I choose to die! In the name of every poem... Continue Reading →