Wolf Cookie
Intentions For Sick
Beneath the foggy weeds
Under the salty chalcedony flow
Lurks a grimy beast
With cruel intentions, intentions for sick
Beneath a hairy neck
Peeps a balmy peck
Cocked and aimed, relentlessly loaded
Eggs in jeopardy, deep rooted
Intentions for sick
This swampy mush is it's church
Few things breathe
Nothing leaves
A glance is all the proof
The beast is not a tease
The shapeless mass stalks its prey
Innocence, it lives in ruins
As he lifts his eyes from the jerkwater
God's sense of humor, renders its ugly face
Intentions for sick.
From Letras Mania