…..Why would a God allow human curses to work, can’t give up the controls to these jerks, we’ve killed wearing smirks, looked up each other’s mother’s skirts, we’ve been foul creatures in buttoned up shirts, destructive intentions are sought out and mastered until they work, with good intentions we flirt, even our loved one’s feelings we hurt; the lies to ourselves are ceremonious, confusion is the soundtrack I can hear Thelonious, our path thus far has been erroneous, it’s been our only fulfillment since we started stoning us.