v.
 
 
But for all the snowballs thrown in hell
 
But for every human grain in the Ganges
 
But the devil could give singing lessons to a voice like that
 
But the icecap reduced to a yellowy plume
 
But the louder they shout the less quietly we will come
 
But why do the dum-dums keep getting ahead
 
But they say dollars are better than change
 
But what if the fifth commandment means ‘Don’t Trust Your Children’
 
But brother fire says death is hereditary
 
But what if there was a law on hunger
 
But because the hardest thing in the world is to walk straight
 
But these summer rumba kids don’t want to talk about it
 
But in Sanskrit the Empire ruled very differently
 
But why more admiral statues when the roads are so shoddy
 
But the electoral headwind is for fresh cuts
 
But the plucked eye on the end of a cocktail stick
 
But to know more intimately the murderer’s brute joy
 
But the gardener knows why the buds heart is bloody
 
But the ewe licks the feet of the lion (its natural enemy)
 
But still the fool’s face stares from the smashed mirror