Are you going crazy?
Or is this world going mad?
Is your mind going hazy?
Flowing ashes is our daily bread.
Is it them who are becoming furiously lame?
Or can't you perceive the outlines of the frame?
I wonder, my angel.
I wonder, what's changed?
The shadows awoke.
This universe is biased.
The sword is quite sharp,
I'm done pushing it with my fist.
My fist is sore and can't stand no more,
I can't perceive the end of that mist.
I'd grab a bagel or a donut,
I'd seek a harp or a flute,
Devour that satanic ring,
Sing, dance, and reboot.
Oh dear lord of this shithole we live in,
may you vanquish those devils of crap.
They will either finally give in,
or is it their asses I'm going to slap.
IMMA KICK SOME ASS. By M.Z./ https://immainspire.tumblr.com














