I'm about to be sifting through a silver sand shore
Where the slivers lance pores. What's you killers stand for?
Swhat I thought, single serving luggage coffin
The fat girls cuddle awesome
Claims she's has a skinny fuck hole, promise
Premise of dead pen movers. Legend probers
Flour her flower. Bend her over, pretend to mow her
The grass is dead.. Get some acid head
Freshly shaven extastastation- ***tus spread
Come take your hatchet meds-
Where's Johnny? Trudging through that path you left
Ben's a stallion, Gwenith Pal can catch this Se7en
Murder by the Numbers in a whisper of Biden's comfort
Blood angel in the icing puddle. Dust halo spinning high as summit
Write the wonders or let em evap
Clear headed monster no longer mess with epic weed sack
I gotta poo poo
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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