Engine Poem by Aram Stefanian

I'm out of the driver's seat
Like an engine, I need warming up
If overheated, I gonna stay beat
Never before was I that cut up

I suffer from the infernal combustion
And wish I was air-cooled or anti-frozen
I met with a demonic adverse gut reaction
Of the nightmarish heroes, from the dead risen

The joyriders to Nirvana are behindhand
In heaven there's no such thing as an ego trip
I take my time until the angels wave a magic wand
I need their divine support to not to lose my grip