Edge looking down,
Corner coming up,
Abyss me around,
Stoned out on luck.
Calamity and torture,
Destiny and fortune,
Nothing for sure.
Family heirloom,
Sounds of what to be,
Confuse the blind malady,
Sheeple of mass insanity,
Bread backward into free.
The illusion of institution,
Co operate the doctrine,
Of conformed solution,
Slaves and wanna bees.
All in spite of me.................................
FTBAS 6.2.13
