I get to sit on a pillow after the battle, nothing but optimism outside of hell, joining the sea gulls in my imagination, she just lost something on a bloody cross, after fighting hand to hand with crocks, being a secret crook, and the waddle away into dark places, ice meets the rain forest, and modesty melts red crimson, nothing left after her reign over a gang of unseen, focused away, now chasing a dream, with sucker lips, they fail the lie test and scream, its the end of things, Gods bless the dreamer of dreams!