The house of Crabs, Sandcastle

This is what some will say You’ve crossed the line. Time out. You’re rejected from the game You’re not coming back. So go hit the showers. Once cherished, baptized, and sublime Asinine. Never enough iodine. Guilty. Now crowned in your sins. Stoned concubine. The shamed bovine. You’re sweaty. You're filthy. You crossed the line. Go hit the showers. Submerged from the weight of the world. Drunk on the blood of the wine. End of the game. It's not even halftime. The filthy crime. The shamed headline. Once cherished, There's no room available. The game is over. You’re out. You've crossed the line. Not worth a dime. Stole from the altar's wine. Combine, the fowl and swine wine and dine. Frankenstein shrine. You're out. Go resign. You’ve crossed the line. You’ve crossed the line. This is what some will say.