Souls respond to suffering
Imagination can eat those souls with fractured ambition
Sweet music speaks to souls
And can bend a souls ear more than anything it knows
Outstripping foolishness can differ arrangements in hell
Leaving the men below to see
Whether or not a soul can butch out old habits
Most souls chew fat
And everything clean too
The truth is most souls
Move through solitary speculation
After that first inkling of selfhood in a state of confusion
Reaches script in development
See you in hell