You the run-in buzzkill Won't stop We cry for our sky pollutant clouds, Earth screams as we the children tear her The Plutonian forever will blanket our dawns, our dusks; Smother that natural twilite beauty. Only Allen understood only thing left is to lay on the tracks meditative and trust fates, the trinity of cyclopic hags, trading their eye, forever two-thirds blind I think they fucked up
Howl Father, for your true path is lost, I'm sorry
