From the trenches where the bodies stank

I am fighting the true Jihad

Inspiration of the marineers

The architecture when Muhammed bespoke civilisation

It's warm in bed dammit

I'm broken inside

The centredness of Id is a feeling I like to abide

Into the tunnel they send me

And the torture is because she lucked out pathetic female demographic of humankind.

Godammit I'm human

The criminality of efficiency

There's Bacchus to placate

Yes there's Bacchus to placate

Soma is for the loose ends but in mirth we muscicians begin.