Schizorabbit And The Face Parade - Chapter IV

Your pull was lodged through my heart, and it heats up the cells until life explodes. When hell comes crashing scream “where’s Mr. Fix-It?” One step for flowers in spring. Two steps destroy what it brings. Third day, these fools get the joke. It turns out this pull’s job’s to guide us farther. I’m not your nirvana now.