Exorsister

I went and shot down the sun
I strung its skeleton
Like an accordion
I'm inofficious.

I wear my wrath as a wreath
And Jesus spleen in my teeth
I want to get underneath
The injudicious.

I'm so high on the view
An apocalypse pressing through
All the apathy,
Of this, scenery.

I sense a rise in the sea
A discordancy
Within the melody
So inauspicious.

I have a blanket of breath
Expelled over the breadth
Of this seething death
It feels sericeous.

I'm so high on the view
Fear felt through and through
All the majesty,
Of this tapestry.

I feel the reins,
And I feel the pathos too but…

I'm so high on the view
An apocalypse pressing through
All the apathy,
Of this, scenery.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
No pain; no shame; no gain for me.

No.
Gain.
For .
Me.

I will hide
Gently rive your chest,
Crawl inside.

I feel the reins,
And I feel the pathos too, but...

I'm so high on the view
Fear felt through and through
All the majesty,
Of this tapestry.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
No pain; no shame; no gain for me.

Voltera