The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
The Locust
Sluggish synapses mocking Cro-Magnon's first impressions
Also gently leaning towards the nearest black hole
And even time reversal, symmetry
Is baffled by the smirkless face of history
Analytical avenger can't be held back any longer
By these self adhesive shackles
Arranged in sequential order
Up the spine of the self appointed
Full time re-arrangers of yester-eon
Overwhelmed by the repeating pattern
Yellow rain pisses in the well again
While closing in on rationed out repossession
The fact remains, this is the wrong time line