The Rival

The Rival Love is trivial only to the downward hope spiraling endlessly into a position contorted by only your false emotions these drugs are only temporary factions organized by ruptured princes that build their idols in the name of peace thus peace is restored through silence and thy meditation is crushed by frigid wings consuming thirst it is freezing that drives the family scooped and slaughtered by temptation with drastic flight scorned decision is the essence of existence crawling up your spiked carpet interpreted by the glass box only by severing its electricity and giving life to your actions that the death can be avoided of that which grows in calamity your reformed tarantula and as the crazed bull frog leaps over the eastern fruit the group still infects the hanged man