RAINING AND SINGING

– Master of violence, you plant one seed

– two sprouts uncurl.

– You may tend both [SLICK PORTAL, X’D-OFF

– MONEYFARM] but they’re not yours.

– Mercifully.

– Mercilessly.

– Oily weeds.

– Stoke my envy, I will exile your mouth.

– Out of all the lakes in hell.

– They lap over the shores, open your tomb.

– Master, my tongue surge with money

– should [LOST] embers pour on us.

– No more perverted sermons.

– Numbness is my minister.

– Pain is your temple.

– My eyes [DEFECTION].

– Weapons, yes [INFLECTION] and sown

– from mutant seeds.

– Pluck my absence-fruits, eat of my solitude.

– So it’s capital and secrecy.

– [STOLEN IN COPPERY MAY]

– May they crush you.

– May I catch them.

– Your death licks poison fruits into the past into

– now

– forever.