Psycho Babble
The orchestra was playing as Titanic was sinking as did Nero while Rome was busy burning and the priest whispered in the ear of the dying farmer that happiness is a choice and Beethoven was deaf when he composed the ninth.
They made the farmer watch as they continually raped his wife cooked and ate his testicles this is life you say as you walk around like the living dead all is well there is nothing amiss decomposing the ninth singing psycho babble songs heading straight for the abyss
Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017
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