this background is so vague
this falter much too strong
a slew of reluctance
makes the focus warble on
for every laden vein
is a grim pail of prey
the true are open
they wrestle with this state
what a dirty facade
the coming of an ugly file
every guide is ill-timed
purely lit for the lofty kind
what a dirty facade
the coming of an idle qualm
and everyone is so still
no one ever is pure