Oh, above it all
Obliged heavens that cut down
Open calls that leave no message
Oxygen running foul
Options slumbering, our bed unmade
Oppression threatens this heavy silk dream’s thread


Offspring the meaning that the leader baked and paved
On whiten knuckles, on bloodied flesh, on ancient anxious ambitions
Only obedience is applied on pressure point
Obsolescence will catch up, it will catch on; it’ll overcast the medicine, and compound things
Of course, with everything on course there’s enough rub to outrun the Overlaying Overtones Overshadow the opportune, and you’ll see why erosion is more than some orifice