Poetry
I write dirty rotten poetry, poetry that can bring tears to your eyes, or bring a meaningless death to your pitiful lives, I write to severe your minds off the moralities of life, expressing nothing but power, shame and lust, and giving the innocence of greed an honorable name in the ranks, I write to dissolve typical brain matter in the present day atmosphere, pressuring and pressuring great solitude, the mind is an abyss wasteland, without the horrors which life can bring, it shrivels in great magnitude, without the pain in writing, there is no great suffering to be brought among the innocent lives that which effortless lazy, conceited bastards call home, things like death in the valley, are the least of our concerns, and beyond, the causeway, hell, and strange highways, is poetry, to softly ease our minds.
