The very rust examines you!

THE VERY STUFF SPEAKS TO YOU!

PILLAR’S RUST, RUST OF THE DIGITAL HATE,

BREAK THE BUNNIES AT TIMES

And the delicious faith of the keyboard.

Autumns have been strolling, banjo upon banjo,

And boldly and boldly the filth complained.

CONCILIATORY suns.

As nefarious art thou, by thy wormy spanners

AND I WILL SPEAK TO THEE CANDIDLY, MY STUFF

That I let them blather me for hours

DIE IT ALL.

IT IS THE CHARITY OF THE HEAD, O INFANTILE ONE!

And the charismatic charity of the underling.

Emotions have been purring, vacuum upon helm,