The fury under the net
The net under the stone
In solemn sordid moments
We recapitulate and rehash and crash.
That stone, that tossed
At me in my dreams
Sunk me and caused an explosion
Of the aft turbine.
We remember you
You remember us
The hive is well and alive.
Don’t play games
It’s not cool
This shit is cereal
Don’t be a tool.
