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Oh lord, Oh lord, You've made it.... You wanna drag your vessel you wanna hush your voices you better drag your... you better hush your... I'll remember
Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues
You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep
And there are those who Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of pavolov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels
Now I'm lost last night I heard lepors flinch like birth defects it's musk was fecal in origin as the words dribbled off of its chin it said I'm
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison This is the haunt of roulette dares Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor....to all that enter here Open wrist talks
Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats
You must have been phlegmatic in stature The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind
Just as he hit The ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobiquets riddle me this three half eaten corneas
I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame Ive been searching for so long For something to anonymous avenge my name anonymous