Excerpt, the "Diary of a Damned God-man"

the rhyme that I waste
in this state of withdrawal
brings lines to my face
and to my pages
the sprawl
of the scrawl
of my haste;

i'd rather be laced!
i'd rather C-TH, your X-cellen-C!

-Prisoner 1138, Diary of a Damned God-man, Late Century