inquisitor of a blind way...nsitting on a thin linenleaning from side to side...ncrawling into a moldnwhen good made evil...nthought that speaks of the futurena dream lodged in the presentnthis social obscurity...nthis nature of seclusionnlying beneath mudnthe contradictory thought...na contradictory actionnthe words of ancient mindsna textbook left unopen... a story untoldnabout murders to unfoldnrun away from your dreamsngive up this great ecstasynthis entire swarm of nothingninfect a breed of insectsnto plague all of mannknife in hand... lambs awaitnthe wolf in sheep's clothingnbound in primitive matingnthis rabid lust for meatnthe sky delays the lightnface down in the dirt... only written in lossnthe stinging of a cutninside awaits the answer... the truth insidensymapthetic aggressornideas prone to your weak... fall to kneesnmade to think of murdernthe blood every drop... on his handsnthese fresh pages...nonly to be dirtied by filthy writingnan injected pen to diseasenits layers uprootednto feed the minds of the pastnthese scars on his palms filled with dirtna will of remorse for this unforgiven blissnsentence of denial