14. Angel Song

I wish I could sing an angel song
So as to bait with stinking breath.
I wish I could compare your magnitude
For my interlude of life; withstood.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.

I drown the droning of your eternal life
But I withstand the death and destruction
Of TV and the radio;
And the false prophesisor.
The whore.
The whore.
The Bore.
The Whore.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.

Kill me.
Bore me my hand.
Masturbate me;
My friend.

Come! Now! Stand in the middle!
You stand; You know you mighty get riddled
With the evolutionary cancer
Of life.