The proposition illudes me, alludes the
Piece in point, and construes the movie
Explaining ground to sand, grass to gravel
What I want gotten now is rotten and babble
To me its sheep and cattle, butchered and led
A diffuse to the ruse of humored rumors said
Sooner **** than forgotten, far beyond Massive
My passage is passive, I'll never outlive the reaction
Before long, letters to greater things will miss passion
Before long, we will forget just why we had them
Long before we knew why and what for
Eventually... maybe we'll miss what's more
Nevertheless, I'll bury the treasure chest, the stress
The everything thats left, the eppervess' the mess
Everything else is Ode to Ozymandias, what matters?
One lost love and romance; whos tears are shattered?
