Put me back in the cold. I'm going to Antarctica. It feels like these days. Our old meeting place. In an LA cafe. Off on the Serengeti. The hunt has now begun. Cause I am tired of you taking from me. And I have let you eat from the fruits of my tree. I am not the one to turn into a laurel wreath. For the last time you have crossed my. Crossed my line. You could never see never see. Apollo's frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm. Apollo your frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as your sister's. That your light shined on. How can you think you've won. When there can be no winners. The soul has been lost. Of the bow and quiver. Do you remember. Well I remember. Amid the clashing of swords. I'm losing you in my rear view. And I have called the Shekhina in. And the nine fold and a few other friends. You and your predators were warned. If the cubs were drawn in for the last time. You would officially cross my line. You could never see never see. Apollo's frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm. Apollo your frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as your sister. Apollo your frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm. Apollo your frock. Was always as beautiful. Always as beautiful as your sister's. That your light shined on