Introduction

At 6:11 in the morning I woke up to a cough

And took a minute to contemplate how to set this one off

I took another minute just to concentrate on the cost

That was paid, when the burden was laid up on the cross

To make up for all of my wickedness and personal loss

Personally lost, a putrid soul, eventually washed

Essentially botched operation, fell from grace

And when I hit the bottom I thought I forgot how to formulate thoughts

Lust and greed are diseases, I cut myself up to pieces

All while the house was abandoned, the garden never got weeded

The achievement of illusion whenever evil increases

A diversion from infection that you cannot heal with leeches