God tear down pariah, minimiliests chopping heads off vantriliquests. Prospering, longing. Lord poor me out, even though my cup is half empty. I never got the chance to walk the path less traveled by. But when I get to heaven, I'll finally explain why I wanted to die. And my a young teen girl, will write the book I never got a chance to. Engines are mouth fulls when there's not fuel in the tank. We'll all float on anyway.