Yesterday Don't mean . . .

The mirror sees through

A demon subdued

Twas time 4 rest

Couldn't do my best

Had a migraine yesterday

And couldn't stop the purge

Crying out to God

Couldn't stop the urge

Tombs of ancients

Laid the curse

As these weapons are dispersed

Not made of steel

But made of circuits

Made to rape you of your purpose - Insurgents