The Arsonist And The Architect

Assembled in a mass grouped inside pigeon holes constructed by a sketch a factory of evasion the worms crawl to the wine like salt to a slug they wither to their knees devoured by the architect his blueprints spell constriction he merely drew the increments your father built the vice I abdicate the architect I don't believe you drew the plans a carpenter without nails a son without a father your children fall on ashes cling to a blistered dreams broken by the blueprint whatever you create I'll be sure to burn