Then I hear you
And it's more than a voice.
Chattering slow words
Falling from form.
Educations fed between the lines
Of starving thought.
A stranger in the lines.
Frames of shame
Ringing pain.
Within the lines.
Subscribe to the high King
Lost in the din.
And then
Random breeds pure.
Breeds pure.
Breeds pure.
Sinking teeth into stories.
