Depresed of the U.S.
Her sugary tears fell into the hazerdus embers
wich lined the hollowed flood waters that finaly brought life
to the forest where her home once took place.
Now recless and alone, these sick little emotions
provide for a leaf for some girl scout to put into her basket of death.
Stolen from a worrying anarexic catapiller,
this leaf now resides as part of an olive branch,
within a crest,promoting the beauty of a falling civalization.
A civalization that acts more like a rabid K9,in some metaphoric corner,
lashing out at anything and everthing for one last chance to wet himself,
one last chance to bathe himself in silky,fatining desgust.
Leaving a krenge in the back of her neck,
and a droping sensation on the side of her stomach
that caused her to spit up her balence.
Crashing through the floor she found some foggey little freaks of nature
who were forsaken and forggoten has soon has they came to be.
ugly haratiks praying for somthing better, crying blasfamis gibberish,
leaving a trale of slime under the walls that gave off an imaganary glow of pertection.
Wathcing there every move through a two sided merror,waiting for there forgetfulness to put an end to the hopless thought of creating a new messiah