Nine Circles (Explicit)

9 circles

Existing as a singular

Cut in quarters

In the centre

Perpendicular

At the gates

With the morning star eclipsed

What a mighty fine time to coexist,

Forever summer

Not as postcards espouse

With charred skins and earth's scars tunnels a manifold

_Rats in suits still chatter and push the point

But the essence at the centre of anything is a choice,

Choose your weather

My preference is storm clouds

To perfectly match the aura of the essence of us all now

Death to all the great pretenders of our lifetime

The eighth circle is the place to be for that kind,

Self agrandize?

Sell a franchise

Milo manheim

I'm comfortable in squalor like rats feet

Don't @ me

Or get at me

You're not shotgun

You're not back seat

Or Rick Astley

Get acne