The Days And Nights Of Lust And Presumption - 31Knots
We played it clean
In the midst of enemies
And
No hem unkept
No stutter or comma cleft
And
They hemorrhage wit
At a rate until they see
There is no
Other place to go
No other place to be so alone
We drew our lines
In the form of pantomime
And
It 'caused a rift
Miniscule but pertinent
And
They gave us gold
By fortune fame we're told
We are now
Close to world renowned
For doing none other than
What we're told
