Wicked


I am just a velocity
With purpose and direction
Covering ground and lairs
Snakes and hares

Pushed and made rough
Through the lament of being rare
Don’t stare!

If strange is only but a term then consider your words
You tongue tied whore!
Snake from the abyss looking up
Looking through only holes

Read more in Vol. II (PS)



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