By: John Lawson Copyright (C) 2002

Violent breathing no people smiling it's getting ugly. Serpentine heads pleasure in dripping soul suffer. To my drip, kneel. To my eyes, soul revealed. Colored you pig with gunsteel brush. Hole oozing ugly. Run for life, stand trial for death. I: King of the Hole. In solitary I stand out from the crowd. Pig.