The Brush
 

A symmetric mummy joins with the intellect
able to live again in the obsidian mist of oblivion
animated with no saturated fat how fake is that
nuclear mechanic i gotta get out of here
radiation like superman nibiru solar flare

Sustained decay behaves
in miserable ways
a chest full of grenades set to delay
creation has changed
a driven cell?
In the barrel boils the mandatory message.
The software pulses!
memory caught a virus thus ends the perfection
A sore rhythm mends above wartime
The bathroom stocks the weapons.
i hang the old rags on cloth line
Each mountain matures in mystery before the northern front
A caveman solves a doubt on the day i see my death before it comes
slaves underneath the anarchy! fuck that novel garbage.
rank advice extends into meaningless honorable karmas.
When can such a star cluster face the raging bite?
when he musters enough courage to love the waking light

Battery beside the given biscuit
my aim was off i didn't mean to miss it
The pencil interrupts the irony
innocent victims say why silently
inside the lady smells the prayer
outside the well is bare but i can sell you air
im sure some are well aware
My spare items rest near a talented lung
A mob of zero suspects portraying the brush