Grotesque replies disguise the prime opine;
When time then spawns the scorching solar flare,
Benign is rude and rude becomes benign.
Creators that reformed the planet’s spine
And wish for more incline, sincerely swear
Grotesque replies disguise the prime opine.
Facades of action, good in sight, define
The doom then destined for men not aware
Benign is rude and rude becomes benign.
The statues that embody what’s divine
Embrace the welder’s carping flame for their
Grotesque replies disguise the prime opine.
Unkind kings that speed up distress confine
Forsaken warning portents that declare
Benign is rude and rude becomes benign.
My love, my wish your hand still was in mine
Will not reverse your death I caused in scare.
Grotesque replies disguise the prime opine.
Benign is rude and rude becomes benign.
