Thanks, it was getting cold ‘fore you stole from the gods That transcendent fruit. Wisdom would’ve cost too much.
Say, no more If I can not Own you, be obsessed by you I would rather not See you, be with you
may I never be so inclined Manners be damned to mistake the passivity Meaningless mediocrity of the oppressive herd
I’ve come close, enough to know, Cleanliness