Inside a pink apple in Sicily,
there is a little girl maturing.
Its hair is made from colorful lilies,
its name: Skullor.
No reason to worry: Your niece
just happens to be her own brother-in-law.
Oh, you poor old
Violent occurrence from inside the cyber palate:
Bugged air escapes.
You breathe in/out/in/out/~/in/out/,
death will come around eventually.