in creep out

c}{imps 8 my ears

in creep out
you bloe my mind
creep me out
all the time
i wish rain were a flower
and blooming pour over this world
its over its ended
your dreams
have been rendered.
already its been proven
there is no nation
just a dry skeleton
of words and bureaus and killer enforcers
of order and ju$tice
or whatever aids the gross national product.