Yes, you are… have to be
An artist
No. Two. Ways.
Please, free us these demons and run with just us
‘Til senses drench our prioritised beings, ’til relatively still our mammoth task

All you’d to do was simply ask… in a nutshell, I was right the whole way here
Your tears, Believe in Me, were utterly make-believe
Fear holds no real adequacy but for a pleading to please, to painfully swarm to warm said demons treatised everything
Look at me, for you’ve been trembling for No Known Reason