Such trepadations you do incur.
An exictance inside a hole of inferiority.
Let not your weakend flesh shiver so lightly in the cold of a pre-dawn crash.
Chemical introjection, like all the lucid dreams we lived before.
Knowing that your heart may give out and your brain may shatter.
Steadfast into the pandemonium, such souls we do depart.
This is the working plan for the chapel worms, writhing under there catacoms.
Please flog me again with your sick words of devotion.
Let me feel all that is to be ignored.
Human desires, Integrity of truth, freedom of evolution.
And they dare ask why there children wish to be numb.
Continue your endless journey into the presagious.
Let the light of knowledge guide you true.
Welcome the needles of a new found sensation.
Let the sink in deep, pierce you slowly.
Its all worth it.
The blood you shed today will bloom the flowers of tomorro.
Such trepadations we do indure.
I.R.M. 03/28/07
