hopin it's a test hopin it's a test the fool hoped and said,
cause life on discord doesn't die with disinterest.

it dies when the subtleties stop,
cause hoes be desperate for every drop.

every lil' drop of interest verified,
scanned and reciprocated in basmati's eyes.

cause even if energies unmatched; mine a furnace,
ain't no grave can hold down the ernest.

a grave being the death of interest in the face of vulnerability,
flavoured in cowardice ||hoe||; no point in learning vocabs from me.

cause as much as you keep your word you still occasionally make no sense,
still receptive to me arya; is this supposed to be some kinda penence?

maybe someday them salutes will see,
that it's not me but my father that's from the army.

and the reason he died being; by a society he wasn't cherished,
maybe that's why i still pay you this honour even after you've perished.

||hope. graves. genetic mistakes.||