An Arctic sweating 57% faster
That the Artic of my adolescence.
I worry that my versification of doom
Is too breezy,
But I also know
That whoring my dread would also betray
The inhumanity we need.
If only there were a third way . . .
The trinity won’t save you now.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
I fear that my versification of doom
is too breezy,
but I know
that pimping my dread would also betray
the inhumanity we need —
which is not the humanity you want . . .
The kind that tolerates a trinity.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
that pimping dread would also betray
the inhumanity we need,
which is not the humanity we want . . .
the kind that tolerates a trinity.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
that pimping dismay would also betray
the inhumanity we need, the antidote
to the humanity we want . . .
the kind that tolerates the trinity.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the inhumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity we say we want . . .
but I hear the breeze in we.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the inhumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity we say . . .
hear the breeze in we.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the dehumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity we . . .
hear in the breeze we.
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the dehumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity . . .
Wee!
An Arctic sweating 57% faster
than my adolescent art.
My versification of doom is too
breezy,
but I know
pimping dismay would also betray
the dehumanity we need, antidote
to the humanity . . .
ourselves to death.