Swipe the leftmost victim to see how they fall
When in notion the fact that they would converse gently is too soon and too wild
I will leave you with thoughts bereft of humanity
Naive diction, though, but also, rhyme
Allow them an hour to shower a day to pray a week to peek back
At your life, in the window, to see where you match up
Or down, to go for the rest of two lives
Until slab of rock hits your head
But please, just get out of bed