The Rules Of Fustration my Kempf

as, imprecise
your ways, and mitigate
your colors. No
volverása set foot in what I call harmony, because
never have peace.

Ravens repentance,
-your memories, my torment-

not stop picking at your
stomach upset, where lie

butterflies before wearing my name.


And even that is not punishment enough, your soul deserves
impure atone for their sins,
with sweet pain of rebirth.
not promise forgiveness
not assure a return to life, offer the opportunity to admit

the misery caused in your
not