IS AM AL
It can't contain another hardened shell/Let fire consume another body/Fifteen trout of infinite gods /It's not a concern/That one will wither eventually/If you think otherwise/Well it's not your problem/Flange on contained kraut /You can do such sabotage/But you sabotage your heart/What happened to a nine/Treat of treatments trite
Let it listen/They are nothing /Of a flower cannot /It's ichor of a puddle, filthy /What do you think in the end /Ask me, what I think /But it seems silly/Tonight you have no qualms/Thrice fold a malfunction /On creeds /Your new mantra/Is lovely
HD LY GT
Trite lint on the texture flounder mine to dig out something ugly. Tranquilizer on the temple to find a wall, the wall is made of paper to tear. Scrape the walls to meddle in affairs of things that do not concern you until they do. But they lied to you anyway. So it's nothing lost.