Flood!
Rushing in your blood
Mushing in your brain
Burning like acid rain

The Nile
Could never smell so vile
Despite all the mud
The gold shows through the crud

My self-diagnosis
Shows a thrombosis
An isotonic osmosis
Is this new genesis

My tracks are full of iron
My boots are lead
Reliable, if I’m not mistaken
But worn by the dead

It’s all conjured
No one was injured
Just leave me assured
Not mentally pressured

If there is not one answer
Don’t bother with the question
If there is not one flower
Don’t bother with the garden