The mortality rate of your mind
Has shuddered slightly.
And the men who tried so hard to fight
For peace and love
Are shattered across the ground.
The broken pearl
Of self disguise.
Cover yourself in wounds
And close your eyes.
Don't awaken
Till you hear them sing
Chant and make merry
And bring you wine and fruits
and gifts from the gods.

You are now on acid.
Relax and enjoy
As you gut spills the last
Of your anguish and
extinguishes
Your burning
painful life.