Though as they try as they might, and they might leave existence alone, even though they're trying...
They're afoot, the end of their trying
So even when the solution ascends, they couldn't defend the dying
Ice then trivial assessed planes of precipitation
There's an answer as abundance looks to purity to the ablution
The heathens the goats the principle the children
What can be nice about our reflections, about temples that laugh as as we forget all admissions that rally the passé
and watch over dissertations of nightmares and our lives
Wait Wish Whip, divulge the chains un demure
As previous attempts trials evoke a sensation unclear...
Then by the scratches of society all  appropriations soon
reach to a sky that beckons clouds away, so all is clear.