i've got no license so i put my mask on before i take my pen

A Poem by winter;lyra

poison spoils of war
slept upon rotten food
dreamt upon the remnant lewd
and i'm like
i'm too crude
might as well be with the few that could-
but i'd rather be here
alive with the beast
drinking tea
taking pills

and my testament will be a bitter surprise
with the pagans' reprise

i've got no license so i put my mask on
before i take my pen
and that's alright because we all make plans
so that's all good, so whatever man
i'm gonna sell this s**t
take that cent
get me a gun
and never see the devil again