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Thesis of the Hypothermic Ft. π’žπ“β„―π“‹β„―π“‡ β„’π“Žπ“‡π’³ [TRA Winterfest Challenge]

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Β©2025, Vicious Appetite/π’žπ“β„―π“‹β„―π“‡ β„’π“Žπ“‡π’³ ==TRA WINTERFEST CHALLENGE SUBMISSION== Guitar riff provided by π’žπ“β„―π“‹β„―π“‡ β„’π“Žπ“‡π’³ of the TRA You can check out her music here: https://suno.com/@cleverlyrx =====Thesis of the Hypothermic===== Consider, if you will, the following thesis On this time of year, that I hold grievance As the grey clouds descend an inconvenience And sunlight withers away, the cold increases This paper will argue, with the evidence clear That winter's a bitch, the worst time of the year This frost will linger as we spin on this sphere... and I will hate it until the sun breaks on the frontier I submit these findings in a hypothermic state A definitive critique of this terrible change The data is conclusive, for the weather surveyed I loathe the cold, the ice, and all the damn rain First, we must address the primary symptom, the cold A hostile invasion, an enemy uncontrolled It creeps through, a thief of that beautiful heat Numbing my freezing fingers and my feet Alas, we also observe the precipitation Not a gentle touch, an unrelenting saturation A freezing wet that soaks you without invitation Makes you sick and bedridden with frustration I submit these findings in a hypothermic state A definitive critique of this terrible change The data is conclusive, for the weather surveyed I loathe the cold, the ice, and all the damn rain One might pose a counter, for "cozy" fireside cuddles But this is just a ploy of the season's patterns For this "cozy" is just winters manipulation In a war against the elements, a retaliation It's a scam of blankets, a surrender to the monsoon While the world outside is sealed in a frozen cocoon 🎢 I submit these findings in a hypothermic state A definitive critique of this terrible change The data is conclusive, for the weather surveyed I loathe the cold, the ice, and all the damn rain In conclusion... the evidence is plain to see A season of loathing... a persistent agony A testament to misery... in sleet and hail That is all I got...... so I rest my case