Mirror Ball

Passing promises from clan to man
To the axe in my greasy palms

Cult

Absolve all your sins.

We are all Gods

We are gods of the world we accept

Human

Bossed into breaking belligerent backs,
Just to pile more onto offshored stacks

Hope’s Hollow Pt. 8

The demons know the love I need
To nurture me, my twisting weeds