Forgotten tendencies. The issue continues.
Point me to the correct venue, what am I getting into?
Scattered souls boil in a bowl of something off menu.
What else can I get you? Between the bone & sinew.
Check please...it's time to clock out, time to drop down..
Pressure rises and now one begins to give their heart now.
Time stops, there is nothing more to be said from here on.
What is right appears wrong. With a lack of clear thought.
Scrambled signals with a greasy grip on the overfed.
When the weight is killing you this is how it's supposed to end
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