Arm In Armageddon

Your calling matters not, to all things That can’t withstand a single story falling Or text book mauling Or long talks about themselves and the egalitarian Gross sprawl of all faults and hells They live in…they them this it… On and on and on eclipse…with no kids, and I don’t know where rent is… And if things don’t get less armagedon like You’ll be forced to eat your only friend tonight It’s broader, than you are un-wed Like all them friends you’ve had for ten And still don’t know you yet… Like a death threat etched on a fabrige egg… I am so not in love with this shit All us symetrical cysts, respectively killing to live All off of largely eachother, and what if’s… When asked, how we’ll roll Without our heart and sole They’ll be told… Hard as shhhhh… That’s how its always been We ants get backs until they quit… P.S. In jeff, shaun, branden, bren, dave, and john I trust…