Does anyone feel like following me to the edges of a desperate mind?
Or otherwise, feel like lecturing me on the workings of these treacherous times?
But, there’s nothing left to be explained.
It’s all there for you to be utilised and re-arranged and all at your leisure.
You’re non-culpable, compromised or made to concede in this wonderful customised version of truth.
Peel back the plasters & scabs.
They can’t be put back.
There's no one left to object it's all there for you to be
bastardised and re-aligned and all made to measure.
We're comfortable as we devolve and merge our beliefs
as we standardise and compromise and forfeit the truth.