Flying Messenger

seems like you failing your own play

cuddle up your tiny version "king of lier"

the king is upon a threattle miscularity,

mesmorising your moleculars

 

have you prayed in to blue sky,

what did you ask,

i know you desires like my 'i'll go to heaven"

but worse,

 

You won't ever go to heaven,

you'd be place into froggy dew, no ale, no stout

rovers all united, came into the pride

they tuned you into barrel of deeper thomb

 

Who ever call your name would be a crow,

Crow watches your happy time

but switches in moonlight

he comes to you, to talk about Nietzhe..he's my messenger