I slept like a rock last night, one rolling over a cliff.
We travel from one place to another-
the huddle-fuddle of life
going from one frame of Hell
into another frame of Hell.
Where is the mythical charmer?
The one who holds all Truths and
Answers, yet hides away forever
never rewarding or listening.
The Jesus’ imprint of ignorance
walks upon the millennium.
Still, people are molested by the lies.
Life eventually corrupts morality,
disappointment the redeeming and
ending answer.
When the rocket wizards in Peenemünde decided
to aid the madman, the island where the V-weapon
program hoisted
I just got back from Hell And all is not well. I drove my truck Into bad luck, Now, I'm fucked. I sit here in Hell, And all is not...