I dunno.Things are moving,
Here in the Blackness.
Things with teeth.
Being eaten away.
This is half-disjointed ramble,
Half goodbye, one could say.
The irony is we can damn near impeach,
Yet we can't overthrow bloody-handed Tyrant God?
I'm tired of this life.
I demand a refund.
Just one thing I ask..
Well, two, really.
Remember me, as I was.
And..don't be suprised where my Tao leads.
