Fock Death

Eternal love

O mellow rum kettle

screen me the harpist chord

let no word or thought intrude

even as I play my trump card with farce

first spade of soil is still removed

as days welcome mat bids,adieu

my fairy prell with time hair aglow

she shelters my lids from welders bead

I beg,endow me with the courage

of an army of stone lions

allow me to still draw breathe

from their fetid pants

O yes

fear me my virginal earth

I shall not lie still without tirade

even my bones will shatter the ground

where my feet once tread softly

oer the threat of fecal dew

shall turn the hounds of hell afoot

while my cavity in soot

will crouch in waiting, for tempest winds

so shall I be resown in form

as the pillar of tornado

mighty conqueror of these lands

so then to burn into memory the barren soles

of those,the orbs that knew me

and those souls that wrought my fancy

do not let light perish

for darkness is now my snare

feel my loathing

denial be far better than demise

deaths veil has been comprimized

so no parting shall transpire

and all this to what ends?

to stay my course at your side

on eternal swag