My dark twist, my stark marks is heartless, bare to the soul, can't control regardless, this hardship, can't seem to resist, now grip this, I can clip both your fists that missed to flip this, 5 tips I have, never, never, never, never, never cross the path of fast grabs, cause then you blast to last, it's so promiscuous, I must insist to us that it's vast, rambunctious, punching this punctual man that made plans, for this luncheon, no munching off hands that's so bland, must expand, never hit the fan that damns fate, correlations with its rotation, notations of polarization that I state, and though I hate to space, I placed differences in instances, the distance is great, so I can't evade cases when our laces get loose, the diversity curses me and the races it groups, though I love it to a certain extent, I do resent, when we adjourn bent by hints without our scent, sitting in the park, embark on dark twists, marks I made stark that start as heartless.