The phantom arises with no big surprises,
The extension of attentions that quickly capsizes,
Entering the digestions of the midnight suggestions,
Resting on the post of the lethal injection,
Come one come all to the life experience temperament ball,
Jungle sounds and crawling encrustations,
All which resemble the leaders of nations,
Quickly it burns as the churning is ignited,
Becoming the savior of the rest home excited,
The growling of puppets with knife dripping rules,
The snarling dog that glows in the dark drools,
Some lap it up like a crackhead with tools,
The things that I'm seeing are laughing and such,
Can't believe the nerve of the flip flop wood crutch,
It's simple in sound for which you were bound,
And now it is time to lay on this ground,
No more recollections of the glistening directions,
It's the end of my shift its time for infections....
