Trill

Though summer is all I see
Winter slips up my sleeve
I'm back where it began
Complex conjugate of "in command"

I celebrate the undertaker's plan
To prepare our rotten lives for land
Take it in
Just breathe again
I tell myself
It's not a game to win

No, it's not a game to win

The creamy white that ice blue hides
- I'd surely rather die the night
Humanity could take my life -
I'd purely love to hold that knife
I'd certainly control that knife
But rapture ready, standing tall
Ha
We'd never improve at all


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I had the overwhelming urge to word vomit up an exact moment. If it begins and ends too suddenly, deal with it.