ode to the oil industry.

okay I get it, loves always going to be the answer, but when exactly did this chaos begin to reign so handily and so rightly? when did the slithering darkness begin most prominently to show and bare it's fangs, to which conclusions did it most avidly come to proceed, and which, of all the worldly venoms in its possession, did it foist, into your every single stream and train of thought, what is the venom to love?! we need the antidote! that snakes bidden us release it's captive of all it's loving embrace, and leave only embers of a fortress, to wither and flicker, in the fading light, where is the kindling? where is the hearth? the venomous raptor queried to the midnight sky, and where are your matchmakers now oh dearest atmosphere? I only want to slay them as well!