Y'all Cloggers

Surely, it came right out. Passed with the help of lifelines. Indeed it happens everytime.

I build it up, then I let go.

A punishing pattern that which makes one grow.

To calculate your face. A grueling task, the cloggers testify.

No longer do i wonder why.

Shrouded in the deepest doubt. Under the trees I figured it out.

How will I spend these days?

In control or self-effaced?

I qualify in my own way.

"Y'all Cloggers gonna sell today."

Memories of dream decay. Proper nightmares in their own way. 

Awake they frighten just the same.

There isn't much more to say. But this confirms Dream Morality.