Life ,misery,affection,connections,resurrection..resurrected and spat out I flout on an ocean of concrete and mishaps are society is so deep in a political hell that you can hear the whip crack..war,violence,suicide...Scared and mortified no matter how hard you try you can't get too high...rounded up and crucified through the striped pajamas metaphorical eyes.. I call that textbook suicide..clown faced triggerman..pretty little zipper pants truth is Trump couldn't make a America great even if he sculpted it with Da Vincs hands...Unity, freedom,sovereignty...Unity when anarchy meets the skull..but it isn't freedom though with that angelic sovereignty in-between my toes.
......Like a wolf I stalk my prey. I do it for the kill I'll make the devil pay for what he did to me