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Out of date calendars and luck of the 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.