Rigid sick with endlessness,
Hexed by moment slow,
Find me in blind election;
Dissecting my own show.
Props I never purchased
Spill onto center stage;
Actors I don\'t recognize
Mime familial rage.
Curtains rise to sobbing,
And fall to rave reviews.
This tired masturbation
Fills all the only pew.
I\'ve been inside this empire
Since I was pulled awake.
The magic weight of people
A potent portent make.
Go back and change the passion,
Take a right before the war,
Don\'t have those poisoned children,
Sentience a whore.
To be captured is a curse.
Don\'t sway to cloying smell.
Anathemas a flavor.
Imprecation a tell.