Big Timber - Himsa

hey, leave me be to torch the skies and your

constellations

banned disaster new era chillings my

dramatics are anthems

weaved covertly in surprise hint to reveal

beyond collapsing a sonnets blur by the cons

doom ridden, the light is out

paralyzed by negatives sworn

dead lethal, distance myself

I’ve found my place to turn

big timber against you all

I’ve given my certainty in ritual insight

noble stabbings, brokedown and busted

never open me up, but I think I’ll stay awhile