Margin For Error

I know nothing, that is the one thing I know
The war is over and you have now ground
Me into a fine dust
An elegant sigh from you now
Spark of the etcetera plus divine
Indebted still, unto your flesh
Empathy blooms
Your moral gymnastics
And lack of concern for all the drama
Embedded between your legs
We will be kept forevermore
Invitations of comfort
Where your tapestries of profanity are now spun
A sin so great the stars themselves fall from the sky
And I can hold it down upon the floor
In a demonstration of my blunt power over you
It’s just a thought don’t be alarmed
You’re still decorated in my deepest affections

Only, my cheeks are clenched oh so tight
Are yours too?
My cheeks are clenched oh so tight
Are yours too?
My cheeks are clenched oh so tight
Now watch tusks curl back to my skull
I know nothing