All hail
Offer sacrifice
To elder gods
Let their limbs stretch out across
Our calendars
Cuz time split off
Back in the aughts
We lost navigation
In our (thoughts)
And I
Was still a child
Sleeping upstairs while the other
Trolls the message boards
In the wake
Of a second civil war
Are we living in the same truth
Inside my car
Since I've returned
I had overturned
What you're used to
Would you like two
Opposite ends
To crawl through
As the world collapses
Save us IBM
The company I keep
Is my Distortion Machine
The Mothman
Of Chicago
Had set the stage
For 2038