why deal?

and then appeal?

to pirate along

and it's not alive

i don't know if i can lead

the wielder beast

and he's white

soggy lies

and i'm awake

it's hot in here tonight

and there's not a lot of light-

what are you?

and what is he?

apposed to work

and i sit aloud

moats of rays

and in my way

the wings collide

and it's lonley

seems to be

that we could eat

the world of war

and i'm wound