Classic Hype
It’s been a long time to fondle grace
Submissive minds are reckless to the bones
Forsaking thoughts of glee lust and gust
Impressions are key to withstand guilt
You are a blank of guile
Creating a few strands of pessimistic glance
Suffice the norms of congruity
Interject lame possibility
Hyper critical of the norm
Basing Judgement on a pale glass
Toxins of the pervasive anxious realm
Cradle the black path of obscurity
