Sideways: From the hill which look alike apartments
Trade in meth, crack and pussy

Sigh ways: To the dead old tavern in which
Wooden chips were gold

Slide ways: From the fallen House of the Lord
The tabernacle in which the Hopeless Angel Dwells

All ways: To the duct taped tenements remembered in pain
May the tipped over gods continue to watch over you and me

Leila