Feeble Mass

Fuck you from the back

Turn it over

Fuck you over

Stab it in the back!

We are clumps, A feeble mass

Completary in no way

A wordless begger sees the world

Characteristics come to life

Forms not so exaggerated now

Exaggeration is me... me.. the I... the one.

COLOR-FORM-FADED-MAN

WITH AN ERASER GOD