of time can prove that a giant was once a tiny sperm but only
the High Epoch can make it learn Sip, look at the mall... When is
this ranting to end!? I declair.
All this pointless waste of air. Don't breathe! My soul on fire and
everlasting pain.
Born to be an athlete I now lay here lame And in between lies the
realms of Hell. Unable to win
Failing that, I console myself with a seedless grape.