Choose fear: the end of the world.

Dystopian project for toes gone uncurled.

Failures to pleasure and making up pain,
pounding on windows to yell at the rain.

Will but you wont and do what to dust,
cradles and digging the graves for our rust.

Into the every moment and where:
whiches and howses and whise done prepared.

Watch from the sidelines as thus was your task
plotting for nothing but loneliness bask.

Who are the people we saw on the screen;
led to be steeples in faithlessness sheen.

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