A Life About My Sabbath - Furze

I gently whiztle the receip of blood no-one knows

I reap a fiction of memories leaving cold brainmass

I chant a more direct transition of souls rather than one every second

I conclude my corners of eternal time now and then

I lean towards the smell of rotten testicles whilst balancing some 9 planets

I concrete a leather if I scythe any Gold here — beyond

I dish an ocean of blood beside the sun cooking it’s god’s favorite pancake

I warn you about life and come back later

I behold to open (the most perfect result of your life’s ritual)

I / AM / THE / ONLY / ONE / WHO / KNOWS / THE / TRUTH