Jigsaw

Take a step to the left and now one to the right.

Come play one of my games.

It's a must, a fright, a blood-sight cluster rite.

Lust for the Lud, a rush for the Used.

Jew's cussed from the news.

Cut from the notorious metaphoria torus.

A Horus force which kicks, fits and gives children rickets.

At rest with Satan on your chest and Baby Bink on the left.

With atenolol packed in his satchel, acting all bedazzled waiting to attack you through concomitance

Accidents attracting happenstance and the unfortunate reaction that pursued concomitant and renewed his dominance.

I want to play a game with you, I want to aim this coiled-ray gun at you.

I've toiled with this frame.

Opened up portals in his name.

Screeched, felt the heat of the beast whilst he feasted.

When I lay in pieces and Hannibal salivates in the bleachers.

So he can feature as witness to the creature that is a misfit.

A trickster about to fix this with a mixture of affliction & admission.

To keep the tradition from switching position and to allocate a new set of belief systems.