human
The earth's the only one that isn't in The movement--I suppose because she's watched With horror and disgust how her fair skin Her pranking parasites have fouled and blotched With blood and grease in every labor riot, When seeing any purse or throat to fly at.
gpt
And die--erecting, as my soul goes hence, A statue of myself, without expense.
human
Look up, my lad, the Gorgon sisters wait.