Throw my feet to the ground in every blink, and every Century Second With hurdling infinity I shed thine

Hold Thine liquid and ingenious claws grasp forcing unto the ground onward and quickly Then in disguise we throw our faces all of us unto the abyss never onward looking our gaze all cast thoughtlessly mesmerized succumbed by the vision now haunted we sleep The air dost blow now softly we don't feel it our hairs do not move, our gaze not broken shallow puddles now mudding our feet the blackest shades of grey envelope and thrust profuse pulse a disturbed villainous sound steals the air from our ears, the quiet death Humbling our still broken hands thine wrath with foresight and knowledge so keenly you teach And yet I hunger for more insidious malicious mental violence pusher of all that is unclean I see your devious nature Sell us, I have only the urge to purchase more things sell me on why I should think I like this thing, more dollars inflate my swelling caustic acid balloon with more weightless bile incinerate and encapsulate it in an orb so that we may shoot it into space