And in all these twisted days
I sometimes write just to offend
I trip myself out with my hate
Then do it all again.

I wish I had more friends
So I hear the birds sing to me
Advice from afar
In Shamanic tones into my ear.
Every spring, every year.

I feel thor's hammer
In the crystal neath the transformer
That I seem magnetized to.
I put into my pocket,
And then proudly put
The Fire into you.

Vapes, and highs,
Tragic fools,
Who shouldn't have
Fucked with the wrong guy.

Bitches and ho's
Little trolls
And petty hackers
Dying from their souls.

Tortured bodies,
Bleeding hands,
Wretched puke,
And a reincarnated Poe.