Sundays

Debauchery Sundays

The night revealed
The morning Dominicus
there's nowhere
to cover
No dwells breaches
the truth cost told
Another lidless night
Another saltation
in Devil arms

Blew and wounded
inward your branches
I heal
inward your eyes
I experience

Clock time stops
equally the hours go along

Then blows over
different sunday
blasted away

It had better be
wrong
them ought be
badness
Yet them feels
so adept
It flavours
so right
What can I answer?
You brand drunken revelry
look and so damn beneficial