relishing in your enticing umbra I am perplexed
I cannot decipher the wall labelled in text
the broken egg shell platform ravaged by the chemistry
created by the only alleged call from your sickening eulogy

the viscious vicariousness of your shell-shocked soul
torments the rest of us like the sharp end of a broken boul
the seething spited-might of your fiddle-armed yes-people
cleaving the meat of the many discarded limbs of the ripped down steeple

distorting the essence of the real orderly existance
taming the rights of self-abused innocence
I am the reason, I am your sunkfoot
i am your tamer, your seeker, your undersoot

the timeless fortitude of never-ending reconnaissance
leeching off the fury of others like you have destroyed the ambiance
of the effort needed to become one within a society
your sunkfoot has become bogged down with the outreach to recieve propriety