Bulldozer

Hair and tongue, like flame licking stained scorched ground, a pyrrhic victory melting electric ideas through rubber wire fueled by resistance, extorting conquest with preemptive war. An overdose of tears watering selfish Newtonian plants whose seeds weren't planted, grasping for root in a wind of passionate self-assertion amidst the nutrient-deprived dust they evolve carnivorous teeth and cannibalize on one another demanding substance from nothing A martyr for hallow eggs. There's no way to be wrong when you have nothing left