Critique of light

[steep meteor]

Lot, let us not be flamboyant
To the tools of life
Which are combusting our inside
Alike coaly coy charcoal radiating heat.
Don’t know, what’s the idiot maiming meant?
But our life albeit
Is fast and burning
Albeit on the gasoline of white screen
Of light, So bright, What erosive might
I had said with tip-top Exaggeration
Let there be cold,
If you forget, ask me- the lord~
Will bestow the link below
So let’s be in solace for now
And have our - $ Much needed sleep be in Place. - Don’t ask me How.