NAY, CRASS & LOUD.

NAY,
CRASS & LOUD.
A BEATING OF THE CHEST.
BELIEF IN EXPONENTS,
ENOUGH FAITH TO FUEL US FOREVER.
I HATE THEIR GODS.
POEMS,
PIECES OF THE SOUL –
RIPPED FROM THE HOST,
CUPPED WITHIN THE HANDS.
BLOWN INTO THE CLEAR BLUE SKY.