... AND WHEN THE WORLD WEEPS.

I'm digging my own dead lawn using these fingertips made of beveled glass, since all that these frail bones could do is to weep and woe. (Bury my remains and burn my disdain into a cremated goodbye). CAUTION: this bot is made for purposes other than order placing. Do not send your order format through this bot—send it to my personal roomchat instead: @Skelmed. Much obliged.