Atrophy Acetylene
Decorum to my crippling agents.
Prepackaged prayers and arrangements.
Your parting bids me a sweet sorrow.
That perfect timing for tomorrow.
I walk a minefield every time.
Impatience sings a crater mine.
To whom it may concern.
We're sorry for your loss.
I would advise you to be patient.
Portage across my broken landscape.
Extinguish evil with emotion.
Prescribed therapeutic potion.
Accelerometer is broken.
So smile and wave on the destruction.
Your loss.
Autor(es): Eleven Minutes Away
