For I am at the library
Toddling my ears
And I am thinking about humanity
At its worst state
For people are people
Without endurance,
As I listen to the voices of my angels
The houses rage in fear
Because this library is old and reckoned
As a solid death
For there is no existence here!
And I want a divorce from humanity
Because humanity is not worth engaging
All I want to do is read a book
In silence,
For silence is a warm face
Beneath the sun
And beneath the sun
I am tired
Oh the toddling of the ears
Has me screaming in fear...
Such desperate lies have bonded me here!
For I will always love humanity
But it is way too much...
I\'d rather have the toddling of an ear!