Foreboding femurs lit bright
But individuality, Emus, on high sit alone
Dabbles for paths even pre classified, remain erudite
Thinking nothing of hapless senseless power
I've done this place a plate, a platter
But to deviate no pound to flesh, I ensue

There's a force of principle, as an admirer, bright
Then a self is less than one should consider
The first place is last, their undone, considered
That facts have some gold arbitrary and emulation
The coarsest flagrant ornation self reflection before the contrite
Am, we, though, of, them, I.... seriously faulty and a plight

The trained mind is but a strafing cordial
Thoughts arrive infinite and confused yet too strong and free
Together neither a chivalrous nor sauntering loom
This one  may never confess, a disease, nor anyone can, the doom
As perhaps a lesson with no defined regressions we fight
The distance of shores, the conformity breaks, sanity within sight

Thinking we're alone knowing justice may betray. also a crime
The winky wily prowess of our city and its core
The theories and files so thorough and devoid of cheers
Should we? Crevice in the evil abyss, astral light
No following the  heat, no cold for sealing the semi grievous
It all can't be done severely, all are still, yet astride the immediate

Rummage and water wasted principle's kiss
Chains to the pain and best of fortunes synthesis
Didn't know myself before this now however avid distance