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Set To 2, FallenCrunch, Crunch;
The screech is blinding for stone.
Yelp and chug, chug.
A plague across two nations.
Set to run a-muck, we should rake all in fearful sight.
In which, rage, passion,
Are coloured into blue spectrum.
Ultra Red to advance with pain.
Set into fate, our motions,
Death & decay fall short.
Short to fail,
Like NewThen love was to be made, my lover.
Poured across a wet floor, she lay.
She was in wrapped affection and purity.
Ablaze go my eyes, afire they be.
So much glory, so much glory in us.
As the infant relation grew to our willow,
We both sought electric love & endangered -
Then love was ablaze,
A fable to our hearts.
And I say;
"Diligo vos, ego operor."
Tonight It LikesLighters make way in a corridor.
So do murders.
A small girl finds herself lost,
She's not a clue, what to do?
Please God, help her.
So do murders. So does he.
A small girl, a fragile glass.
Postage stamp control, do you read?
I need help. I need a life.
I need a life, so does murder.
Ah, you've done me well.
But, really, postage stamp control, please God.
Fringe drapes with soaking red disease.
Pour down to her, the girl is just a girl.
She's a little girl, so does murder.
Lighters make a good path in caves.
Matches catch nice fires.
So does murder, so does he.
Hell ride for a piece of clothing,
Joy to all murder, for it discovers a small pond with metallic tears.
Freezing like plastic caps do in acid,
Joy to all the fall.
A falter to win is a wish with a pin.
A small girl plays with fire,
A small girl eats a cigarette,
A small girl dies, so does murder.
Accept DefeatScene of the crime.
So now all the blood is grey & green.
They walk with a melon and some choly.
They find a coin strapped to the floor,
They swim to the palace of grain & find more.
All of the goats are lined, they're fine.
They go down the street, they walk.
They go down, they fall down.
A skin template lays bed-side,
Riddled to the brim to settle in.
In its poor & feeble arm-chair,
It sits and stares out and my arm hurts.
This story walks freely, and it's creepy.
You may find this crazy, too hazy;
You're just weak, maybe.
Walk to town, eat a cell phone.
Run past the garbage & catch my eye.
Still, the skin template waits bed-side.
It hasn't been picked up, yet.
They love a pad with a mad dad.
To them, it's rad, it's a fad.
They see this at their side, they look.
It's a wonder how kids trip down the road.
They aren't safe from all our monsters.
La la la,
We're at mardi gras, bitch.
On the quietest day of time,
They find a coin strapped to the floor.
It's a bone of God's.
GodGore, gore, I need that more.
She's a whore, I'm the bore.
Infect a sore, just like folklore.
Well, now, God.
I need the answers, God.
Off from a monument I'm seeing heat.
Waves make more meat to feast, eat.
To feast, to eat.
Light like a goddamn fire.
Is ducttape a good solute?
Well, oh dear, my God.
I could really love some answers.
Walking through glass, human stock market.
Too many to fear,
Wisdom is abysmal, man.
No one really loves,
They loath my gloves.
Don't trip our trap.
Don't Wear PlaidWe all give the great brown stare.
You all have the joy, gown & pair.
Mush, mush away.
One day the boy is ready to flee,
One day my joy is eating a pea.
Knife fight for two, a glue to you.
Boo, too you who;
Faggot, meshed monster I see in you.
Just fly, please die.
Mush, mush away.
One day the toy will ready to fly.
One day the toy, oh my great dear boy.
Faggot faggot, fuck you and bag it.
Like a gown of blood spills over;
A gallon of mud eats its owner.
VowsIn serenity, now;
All near-by is our heart.
It's not just me, or her.
They're far, irrelevant.
I now love, with a complete heart.
Only you have shown me.
A seem flowing through air.
A thread, single, does unravel-
At your sight.
Those three words:
The line of oath and traveling,
The words to be true-spoken,
I'm halted by a marvel to find them.
While, the three words aren't enough.
And for all that it's worth,
Through these struggles, knots of a demon-
What phrase am I left?
Well, I love you
My true love, my beloved.
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