I wish that the world was richer than it is
I wish that the poor had dishes and bridges
I wish that my girl had visions and midgets
I wish that this pearl shone like no others

I wish that the war was over and I left
I wish that I'd have my personal toilet

I wonder if you would even notice, if I posted a piece of art twice?
I have so much already posted, so let me give you a piece of advice.
Read two times to remember, read once only to forget.
Or, if you're clever, reading seven is the best option yet.

When the dirt and the ending was nearer, I looked up and everything was clearer
And we assumed our dreary tasks... as pallbearers

I like to
Fight two
Opponents at the same time
Night view

I light too
Bright fuse
On that stick of dynamite
Sight lose

No one lives forever, in this realm of deception
I cannot lease to believe you please me
Leaving my regression, contempt with
The reality which I lie to, and lie in
I don't seem to feel like I'm dying, dividing
I'm divine sin, I confide in, my brotherin
Still I chose to huddle then, in this tunnel
Timeless funneling fun

Did it matter much to you when I shoved my shoe
Down into the masses blue like an undulant tool
Did it touch your soul and leave you to confuse
Or too unset your leash and let your light lose