there are no god-damned 
new fucking angles
divine no divine 
geometry in my
nocturnal archeology 

dig my dreams they’re all of me
i have no god-damned sense
to see

in my proto-pre-present-post-para-apocolyptic plight
Good or evil, wrong or right
curse or swear
all the same forgive my use 
of the profane

with Some sick, sinister, glee,
she explained it all to me
we all need our egos stroked 
the un-godly, holy, joke.