Less than One,
Rounded figurines of the doll,
Lessons of the scroll,
The prawn of the prowl.
And she sits likened to The Chi,
The household gods contort.
Thus inspiration be un-ready,
This connection of the noiseless.
Angered by the paint,
The red, the phases of the ink.
Fine ways, the conviction of warfare.
Convicts sisters brokerege of become.
The universe urn,
If there is such a thing,
Of the imagination gone reign,
Then how a depiction of shadowless emotion.
Fire burns in the hearth,
The compact slides down the heights,
Bees do what they must,
And the children of Hydrogen Oxygen.
Rounded figurines of the doll,
Lessons of the scroll,
The prawn of the prowl.
And she sits likened to The Chi,
The household gods contort.
Thus inspiration be un-ready,
This connection of the noiseless.
Angered by the paint,
The red, the phases of the ink.
Fine ways, the conviction of warfare.
Convicts sisters brokerege of become.
The universe urn,
If there is such a thing,
Of the imagination gone reign,
Then how a depiction of shadowless emotion.
Fire burns in the hearth,
The compact slides down the heights,
Bees do what they must,
And the children of Hydrogen Oxygen.