You play the fool
Regress or progress
A one sided mirror
Both sides of that fence
Pro life, but you promised us death
A nation bows as you stand at the podium
Running your mouth like the River Styx
The guillotine right above our fucking heads
Bottlenecking us into the abyss
Tear off the wings of the flightless bird
Sever the head of the serpent king
Sever the head
I’m on the Caltrain, it’s late at night, the fog is upon us all. It is 2023, the world is sheer chaos and Xibalba is a better part of the world. Cosmographer