New World Odor

Perceptions of reality Willing to rattle me Within the fallacy Of malignancy That makes one go into mental distrophy & physical atrophy Of the unholy who commence the blasphemy Undertaken by plastered thieves Who master the leaves on the Tree of Life & fail to live up to the hype Like the 3rd reich Going down the water pipe Infested in flouride Forced to abide Where the fire collides All things set aside For the riding tide That forever binds The gracious minds With segacious rhymes On round behinds Be wise in who you decide To be kind to So, you won't feel the need to rewind & remain in a time loop