Future build for none to see
And enthralled I walk towards it
Formed in a ball so supple and small
Maintained by a malefactor
In cycles they are build
In secret elegance
To hold the bees happy and naive
Distinctive annoying but yet unknown
To hazard everything
The walk determined slightly, tasty
Keeps the irony...
Alive!
The chants are shinning
The diaphragm closed
Roles distributed
For... ever!

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS