The Docent waits.
The Docent always gets what it wants.
The fools come to its car trying to destroy its art, trying to find an exit.
But the exit is only for those that appease The Docent.
That appease its creative mind.
Not many do.
And those who don't will learn. They will learn. They will learn.
They will learn.
The Docent makes them learn as they become The Docent
Because The Docent is the way The Docent is the life
That's all they need that's all they need that's all they need
If they don't have creative minds.
It takes them by the scruff.
It takes them by the face.
It takes it takes it takes it takes
It takes until it breaks.
The arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms the arms they're long and reach for souls
Because if a soul is uncreative it doesn't deserve to inhabit a body alone.
