This humility
Stepladder flaunts a place to breathe
God is dead
And I can't tell what's fulfilling me
Species of ants won't stick to me
Lie down
It blisters anyway
On a burning bed of Jericho
Did we mean to suffer
The malicious intent of polluted bogs?
We've gone too far,
But I can't tell what's fulfilling me
"The lock," it said
"will beat you anyway"
On a burning bed of Jericho