have you seen the earth from above
not everything is what it seems to be
i am a fucking artist
above your comprehension
for coping all of that
you enter the diemension
who is behind of it all?
you define variety
as water, land, geography
you interpret weather
as if it’s yours to make
you always find a reason
for sinister events
who is behind of it all?
you take a peek at the vertical north
you say your grace, close call but no
the earth is my piechart
in this i do excel
every single change
is summoned with my wits
whenever colours fade
i do induce a war
the ground will bleed in red
the flames enhance the hue
and all of this i do
cause parasites do crawl
and shit on my creation
my beautiful, beautiful
multidimensional diagram
if only i could write
but hands of mine are tied
the walls are soft and white
no window, yet there are flies
and what you’re feeding me
is amateur at best
no colour, 50/50
boring chart of pie
that should me put to the rest?
shove it up ...