Crooked Canals.

Crooked canals seem to cancer my minds passages, They flank my system and the first symptom is anger, The situation goes from capable to cancelled packages. Forgotten practices redeem the handled danger. Turbulence in my undercarriages causes confusion in my passengers, Nose die from 1400 feet, am i supposed to be this high? Bodies as rag dolls grounded by seat fasteners. Closed eyes see forgotten maydays with descending fates falling out the sky. Mental executions refer families to the end of the waiting line, A dead silence lays upon the room with shared fears, Respiratory systems slow as minutes seem like days in time. Fed violence sprouts couples of paired tears. A simple conformation by signatures insure the act, Marble walls to rubble as shovels hit debris from pedaled hate, A respectable title and burial for the lost soul and a honorable plaque. Tidal waves of numbness and weeping willows at the rest of fate.