Untitled VII (Rotten Harvest)
It's cold outside
Time to fall back
Tis the time
When hearts can be opened for harvest
To reap what has been sewn
And let it fester and freeze
Tell me when it's over
Say it's filthy
You've pulled it
Spit it out
You've poisoned it
Now compost it
And let it infect another generation
Dirty Bounty