nothing breeds more contempt for this world

than memories now formed every moment

a new seed is grown to no reason the

trouble unfolds for the trials of today

i'm no jury really don't care how you feel the pleasant notion of miraculous change

drifts into multiple jeers you want the good life

you break your back you snap your fingers

you snap your neck seconds drip thru my hands

washed of moments unborn all the spaces

between bleed a tribute to a sacrament

never exposed a message to the forces,

I've no pity don't know how thankful to feel expectations

of my daily bread gives me the hunger to steal