i think i elevated again
this may be short but its pretty good


I sleep during the day because the evening can be deceiving

One second you’re howling at the moon the next second its leaving

Im heaving history at heathens abruptly disallowing breathing

Until they understand words have a plethora of meanings

Formally leaning with the masses accepting passes out of classes

Alas tasks of bitter aspects now leave me in the class of asses

Time harasses man with a multitude of medieval torture

You wake up in a cold sweat trapped in American pop culture

I represent the vulture, ruthless teacher, noble creature

Scavenger of the deadly arts, I represent the preacher

This evenings main feature depicts a tale of to much ale

Words stale but still impale with the strength of heated rails

Details fail to prevail the path taken to glory

If you’re looking for a happy ending I suggest another story