Down the throat of time,
Trots gulps of moral contempt.
The guilty goes free!
Down the throat of time,
Trots gulps of moral contempt.
The guilty goes free!
Sane folks flee their homes,
Into peril to keep safe.
War is a wrongdoer.
Into oblivion
runs the rims of thirsty wits,
reproaching slander.
Suspicious chicken’s
breathless sighs of feebled limbs,
running from nothing.