Awful Offerings

Expunged words plunge from my lungs, smoke-soaked like a sponge, but i've begun to run from that spun-out gun touting mentality reality’s not a pal to me but a armed combatant i'm charmed and flattened with flattery assault and battery catapults my battalion to Pavlov's pavilion with a million salivating doggs elevating despite the fog ... Internal combustion engine spontaneous, infernal eruptions singeing extraneous superfluous hubris regardless of fluids; Heartless hardheads pretending they’re druids. You can't harm a charma with your karma, i'll arm a farmhand with firearms and stand planted amongst the mantis' preying on Atlantis' chances, i dance this waltz with my faults amongst cults who catapult insults at my worldview can a girl who is honest but broke her promise still harness her hardness and bless this stress or should i let it rest? the good and the better the hood and the letter i unfetter this clutter and click the shutter the cutter of the decks expects to have his sleeves checked it's his gamble did i ramble? amble back and check the undercurrent my turrets see long distances and my songs destroy those instances of adverse advice through diverse devices.