Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin. The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin. . Smokeless flame, the common name. Less than the angels but more of the same.
Down the street half a block away. In a familiar place,. Regular people agree with each other in smoke signals. . Down the street half a block away in a familiar place.
Everyone knows that cancer. Takes bites of every family. And it eats some families whole. . Dance around the issue. Take issue with the answers provided.
And what a fucking waste of a day. We just lay around and waste away. Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up. We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup.
Peering out his window into a massive crowd. He could see a million faces screaming hate out loud. Without a clue or reason he held his sword up high.
The very best part of Halloween. Is getting more candy than you've ever seen.. I've got my scariest costume on.. I scare myself when I'm all alone.. .
Tribal war social plague invades. Society. Nature of the habitat confronts. Bombard in pain. . Ridiculed for sarcastic gain. Bad vibe. All I see is dark it helps me visualize.
Don't forget the pain, your destination. Break the core of lies in half. Analyze this thought perception. Plead before the jury of my vine. Courteous, generous the fragments that define witness.
Downcast of shadows. The self denied. The self denied of hidden places. Lost passages. Pure volatile. Dripping from the cracks that keep you. Lost in parables.
Wake up, do you realize who you are?. Breath of the blinding stars. I, constant developing. Thirsty for everything. . Listen, this more than I. Hear with mind, don't fear the change of self inside.
Welcome to the temple. It devastates, devastates inside. Obscured to be simple. Tolerance, eager to confide. . Elevate in madness, abstract darkness. The temple shall posses stubborn and left thirsty.
You can't expect to see him and survive. You'll swallow his tongue of thorns. His mouth, dripping with flies. In his glorious kingdom of fire. But I believe.
The portal infernal of Satan you will perceive. The altar apocalyptic is dammed, in the sect you will die. Pharisees! Possessed! Insane!. All the minds manipulated are.