Burnished flames licking furnished fame
Scowling chinned creatures
When shall I meet her
Indigenous to my expertise
Wait, I will
Cronus mounts upon atlas's back my study is stout
Clouds pressured down to vapors
Why do I hate her
Foreign to my mind
Patient, will I try
Nullified by consistency to cry
Racking my profit and ignoring prophets
Moans of distraught bloom in like angels
As my hands slide up my face in my hair they tangle
Bountiful a charity to a noble cause
To see it's falicy to dog my notion
Atop the stream that hangs in space
Below the yellow river
Between is liver failure
Do I kill her?
Resistance, I will deliver
Momentous insignificance serves
And kills
Charred identity grilled upon lifes palm
My certitude to my unsupported results claim virtue over the blue hue
