I know that there is more
I can go further than this
I know I can aim for
A verdant murderous bliss
Where the singles come in twos
And they triple without use
When the world leaves them confused
Without sweeter wheat to choose
And I'm stern like the corn
I stand straight like I burn
Let my hate realize
Let my nations readvice
All this torn like a thorn
From a finger
By the reeceful little rows
That there linger
To me it's no surprise
So let the dress suppress
The forms of your crevice
Or you know what happens next
My vexylittleniftytittyspahgettylady Lizzy
I'm caught in bliss |