As Aphorism burns, you learn to appal
You gawk with ease, at the gauche gathering
Irreparable belongings form fine powders
So noxious gases will kill the mothering
Yes love is your falsehood
My numerical order is falling
Hypnotism no longer works
All iniquity is indeed gone and to inflate in sleep
Is to lie in vain
The Veil of Tobie will skulk beyond.
