Like Luminol

Seoul may wield a soul boring as a plain bowl, but it'll maul your galls if you don't curtain your stronghold walls. Make you small, let you fall. As vandals, it'll stun and appall. Sprawl voodoo dolls along with its squalls. Steadfast, if you're not, its soft snow balls will avalanche and tide your end-alls. I knew a friend from Montreal whose spirit has been hauled. Now it lies to crawl among the thousands around the city hall. Drawl not, for you will surely befall your diffidence under masquerades of cabals and seductions of sirens' calls. Bawl you may but should not, because for all things banal and abysmal, hope exists somewhere antipodal. Lest you forget, fixate on the compass on your gimbal, and ride not words venal. Install your all, mark your halls on matters that ignite your soul like alkaline on luminol.

'White on White' painting by Kazimir Malevich. 1918, Museum of Modern Art.