Rhythm within the screech

To find rythym within the screech Be at a loss (And a twinge delusional) (The acceptable kind) They'll help you That's why they preach The inevident tale That's also evident At the same time! Without the tales affect The world will end. To have never drowned In those wonderous words Is automatic BAD To drown is to rule over all To have drowned Is to be evermore lost And so close Yet drifting away to your dirty thoughts. Those people are bad. Those people knew Yet chose to kill themselves. They are the delusionals. So please Come And kill yourself the right way The right way is not mine (It is) But the Pigeon's. I love the Pigeon, For it is the only Pigeon. Why are you looking at all those pigeons? Look away. The Pigeon said so. I understand him. He does not speak English But I speak Pigeon. I know what he says Because I am the Pigeon. All along The others will never know. But I am the Pigeon. You fool! How could you figure? Aren't we all pigeons? Others are fake. My only kind Pigeon is real. Do not forget that To find the rythym within the screech.