Saying your prays depending on
the country you set you clock by
the god you were lock and loaded into
your parents choices based on maths
Out of date calendars and luck of the
quick draw from a hat they may
out of picked from.
One can two can of motorfiedelty
the reciever of well oiled possibility
You look Blatantly strung as its theory’s
It wrote on god.
the conspiracy only a spire away on
borrowed brow of a nameless fawn
that scratches at dirt to match cards
Of happy families .
The predecessors laurels you rest on
That continually fall when picked
And placed upon.