holocaust. Gone to concrete island of Alcatraz. Two about to blast, man listen Ill swallow a gun and go to San Queinten I catch Fire x 'whatever' A
cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
this Self-destructing dance that never would've ended till I Rose, I roared aloud here I will I am. I am I will So no longer Will I Lay down Lay dead
to be that kind... my tongue writhed to form some retraction but I knew I was flying blind. I want things to be fast, down to the power-drive; I want
