the fitting room

Is it a single thing?
this contribution
how clear we sing
of evolution
Do two or four
optimize
You've got the floor
And half the eyes
Will it to work
this slick machine
if there's no clerk
Can't use your green
Never good enough
this sack of things
when it gets tough
My prayer rings
I'll steer the craft
Yet drive I will not
I smiled, you laughed
When we got caught
There are small things
Inside the void
Sweetly it stings
Our skin annoyed
Grasp not the palm
Nor what's inside
the grips too strong
to run and hide
Huddle at the foot
of salvation
Satan makes only soot
God made creation

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