eh

I’ll take stabs, throw back sharp jabs. Dodge right under, blundering movements that
stumble, i fumble with words. Rumbling roars deafen me, lesson learned. Discerning my motivations.
I have you spinning around in faster rotations wondering which way to go. Slow down stop and think
Drink in maddening thoughts and dine on laudable ideas. Spit rightous fever with audable waves, staves off
the hunger for a few more days. Crazed insane beliefs thorwing themselves on swords, over Lords noone is sure exist
persist through this tumbling madness. A great sadness has come over me and i cry for what once was