A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
From the Ashes of an Awakening
A beastly wound too long left in the dark. Aptly hidden beneath stitched-up lies, splitting apart.
Okay, so I may be little, but I’m fun! I admit, a bit round and rotund. But armed with tacos and pints of beer, There’s truly nothing to fear!
Law now comes from one decree. You gotta be fucking kidding me. A dictator’s whims now rule the land, signed in chaos, sealed by hand.
Tired and battle-worn, a lone ship sails seas laden with storms.
A fierce butterfly emerges from chaos, embodying power and transformation, shaking reality and the cosmos, and heralding liberation through its untamed presence and fiery wings.
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.
Welcome, dear traveler! Step right inside, To a world where nonsense and logic collide. Where up is down and left is right, And facts change hourly—hold on tight!
Welcome to my screwball brain Where thoughts really do matter, And chaos delightfully rains.