Occurrence I: French: "A toi, rejoins moi dans l'abyss, nous écrirons des sonnettes pour les jeunes chèvres noires.
A eux, jai vu au travers vous dès la première rencontre, vous gardant proche pour observer la trajectoire de vos pensées. Allez vous faire foutre. À la chose, que ton extérieur brûle aussi vivement que l'interieur.
À moi, je t'ai suffisamment aimé, il est maintenant temps de quitter serenement. À l'amour, j'accueil toutes tes facettes; même tes querelles. Aux néant, je cherche a t'imiter."

English:
"To you, join me in the abyss; we'll write sonnets for baby black goats. To them, I figured you out at hello, & kept you around to bet with friends about where your head would go. Go flush yourself. To it, I say burn externally as much as in. To me, I loved you enough, and now it's time for you to leave comfortably. To love, I welcome you with each facet of strife. To nothing, I seek to be like."

Verse: Joy slaughtered with the thought of obscure otters, that gang named after a private mammal, on a mantle looking on for a planter, the darkest seeds fiend for winter, enriched treachery that be. But who we? I'm the narrator of the breeze, and you are the one with the cloak, and there's New Oats, who shivered at the sign of a black goat, Baaa humming bugs and birds, the atmospheric temperature created ash for urns. Sonnet misers linger at a door of Vesuvius, looking for a groove to maneuver in, and Nothing dreams of the weak, I can show how much they all lose sleep next to the sandman thief. Daphne grieved in the shadows of marrow, and pissed in the narrow fields of Ashwits for a kind fellow. The stars shatter at this manifest, and resurrect from silicon chests, the window lets a breeze in for the cold fetish beings to collect, and yet its limit will create depth, it's like digging for oil on drill proof grass, Daphne's soft feet brushed a path for her sweet ass to slide, with that each focal point created a way to glide to a different side. Joy finds a target as worlds collide. Elevating misers are comfortable now enough to ring a doorbell. But do they mean well? A force to be wrecked is the shell of itself. Self loathing takes your breath away and thus there's no pressure to hate yourself, right? So in that setting who would ask for more life? A narcissist perhaps? An egomaniac? We can go in circles until the time elapses, in a tantrum of divinity steps. The week may repeat until Untimely's death.

Occurrence II:

Chorus: Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, love it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, hate it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, fuck it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, kill it. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces.

Verse: Daphne, please bitch, enter the vortex focused, for your friends in the alternative, the moat is open, so shall you grow with an outpour, of ravaging flow. What a menace through concrete with four feet is your mother with a green thumb ring. So what song did you sing to avoid her? Your journey is long and so is her bong. So how would you ignore her? Green must dead, she says to herself, as you look at a different you accumulate wealth. Help your health, help your health, yet stretch the reality belt. La La is the tune for the annoyed, and thus it rang throughout the adolescent void.

Chorus: Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, love it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, hate it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, fuck it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, kill it. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces.

Chorus: Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Stanza, stanza, the light, delighted, your magnum opus came alive with, blood, bones & traffic cones, stop the races, snatch the faces. Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, love it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, hate it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, fuck it, Itchy glitchy palms, standard politics, kill it.