Static is tragic and somewhat drastic, plastic passion is masking our action, we find us tasking in the fashion as if it was casting, our minds compassion, if I'm lasting, I'm speaking the tales, that rings our bells and practice trails in somatic cells, If I compel, I chose to dwell in skeptical mail, you read my message, get receptive as "perpetual" pales, both letter L's leave from hell as fast as a spell, referring to the high creator, you later will quail.