The metamorphosis of a beautiful butterfly, within the human body can only modify, more accurate than a game of darts, expelling air with ravenous farts, leaving nothing left to drain, keeping inside will only lead to pain, enlightened like a powerful mind, getting into trouble leaving quite the bind, tripping over flight of stairs, my hate growing as malicious as bears, sorry of what I've done only to blush, the anger is gone and out with a gush, ridding my mind of nothing but flowers, time passing by being hours and hours +End