Churn bio repetition, stupid is the
Heart, birth those screaming weapons, that
Irritate the chart, which constantly re-writes a
List; where everything’s for them, massaging such
Division, that censors all again, bullish brats do
Ravage, every single road, but they
Escape their justice; when the law is told, thus;
Neonates; are little hates; the future’s looking dim, no-brainer reproductions, makes our faults; our thing!