And he looked up into the eyes of a living hive,
Something to harsh for mind survive,
A swirling curtle docks in a shallow light,
I fought his nature to be his right,
A wallowing fountain of sizzle glory shine,
A sinking devotion of the words not mine,
He takes his step to the snapping rain,
Working faster for all the pain,
He sees his flaws and cries.
Dark harsh and tumble weeds,
He has done the dirty deeds,
First make under control,
The last time he talked taken toll,
He sees his flaws and dies.
