Snakes Versus the Ropes on Their Necks – The Constant (Overflow And Decreasing Dominance)

Dirty floor reflects the light
Of the sun burnes out today
Dirty floor refines the mood
Defines the said and unsaid

So we go! Down the floor!
So we drown! In the river swift!

We come out tonight
In the night alone
We eill run in the woods,
When repentance comes;
We come out at night,
River hides us from the storm;
We come out as ghosts
To profane our holy names!