Kult Starts (Somew)here - Das Oath

What floats to the surface

No one reserves

Maybe i deserve

Nerves that deny their existence

Embarassing insects

Crawl in me

They twitch and pinch at decipherings

Of i don’t know where to begin

When it began in me

Pathways vanished

Views overgrew

And your grace said it all over my face

Why no one’s name

Is Hitler these days