God my eyes were wide
An open casket smile
You were never
Sweet spoon pussy, working your tongue
In a circular motion
Tie it
Countless hours, turning into, countless days
A doubtful outlook...
Digging fro
Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock
There
Messages...
The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and
She's crap, she's scum - related to the gutter
She never
Personal Insult till multiple Injury is in store for you
Congregation hear this, know this, the time will come, when
Pick up and shake in the wind
Shed your resource and
Blind yourself, then visualize, a startling end with no tomorrow.
A blunt knife, kept out of sight, should be mandatory.
Through the beyond, the brain that creeps compulsionUnrash decision, a
Incite the weak, prove tough, prove bluntBear gifts, that seize
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