A resting arm It boils at the railings And curls when it's rainy Gets in the shadow when in qualms Is that a resting arm A fist at its end Another figure to farm To engage To resist To torture To fake To claw To draw An instinct that resides In the varying flaw What awe A crystal tunnel To "hi" land The prosecution of ethics court Forgotten rest More need for food Yay Denote the rights Weigh the wrongs Bellow with might Cause the fight is still going on What has its rights Will make the stance Moving on A single kite Is the method to feel the storms So sing in the night When the traffic's gone The notion's plight Is that there is no boring prawn No streams No pond Just the pacts of strength A memory so covert It's the anti realm So call in Your Friends A pair works adjacent So where is the boogyman? The resting hand! #kruelt