The Game of Thrones

O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost unto Dragons breath, and roasted lots amongst the spit and gradually heated pots crows, counted among the cost, counting zeros, onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths Line by line into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots Into Penitance, no Penance, yes Lusts succulent-grows In laboratory tests We Like Moths to a drain Of Energy unsleeved Perceived Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy; creams never veined Of suave salves, dealings of those that have only vain, not the have nots but half wicked flames Unwritten names half hooved of Baphomet and the Long-Toothed of his stage and scream The storm born, we shall ride that dark ride In the precipitation of filth, catching mud in our eye Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway, of breastly milk of I am soaked wet in a dream Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride are foolish runway brides of souls Holiday-Window faux scene; dressing-undressing after the honeymoon of ignorance, arrogance blessing Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord Ordinance O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost unto Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps, crows, counted among the cost, counting Warlords, drones left with money packed. helicopters and jeeps onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths To self, a barrier in microscopic scop A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of a sinful nature and closed mind To all but skeaze Are we rebirthed anew, awry Eating our own tale of condensation carriers, pack mules on the trail of compensation trys Death Terriers of the ratio of phi