Ended Slavery
Clamped in hell, twisted by thoughts and wicked
words. How could she know that she is the fool?
True loves splendor passed over for want of shit.
Flush the toilet let it be done. lament not the loss
of shit. Or roll over and die for the excremental
purge. I must not care anymore. Oh, but I do.
Fear filled nothingness resonates around her
Lies lies and more lies, how could she know
the path two heaven has been five miles away
Hitchhiker 