Literature
Kill the Architect
Pinwheel satins twist and writhe towards daybreak
No longer with ability to bring forth the memory of
Your obsidian vultures that detested her,
Better off, that is all it's ever about, memory's.
Prisons to hide, and regardless the words, ones with
no doors.
windows.
walls.
They don't need those, just sub consciousness
We need to escape from that
We need to wake up, you need to wake up
So how do we attack these images
How are we going to terminate beauty?
She can tell us.
We kill the architect.