Nihilistic poses are like deadened, burning roses — just like slow, sadistic crows will chew and peck what He opposes. Now I look at all your noses, elevated, I suppose; you never chose to find out just where all your tiny little toes were. So your morals decomposed with all the actions we exposed; I guess it’s never been proposed to you to never presuppose. It’s true there’s nothing you oppose, yet everything you think’s enclosed — to beliefs that you have froze and thoughts that never juxtapose — because the seat of all you know was never really known.