shrine of unbirth

good grief
my teeth missing from my sleep
begone with your priests
i'll see you off in the brink
of the morning in the afterblast of nagasaki
lastly
in motion
rolled off on purpose
and pulled of the most epic mitosis
see, one that was one became two
and the two that were one became none
thus through the shrine of unbirth

i can't take a stroll
without you b*****s talking
about death like you talk about a dress
like you have it in your grasp
but you don't because it's never in your past
like the dregs in the press
the master in the sky, and the brass in the crown