Serpentine in the pasture of eden; master a reason
Trance of a demon; spew a winter tongue; than basked in the season
I took a bite out of the apple of my eye; the cattle will have died
Scadaddle with a rhyme; I'm lord of the flys...master of the rhymes
flowers bloom in green lake pastures; I'm a saint master
I opened the seventh seal as scapegoat; and made a snake rapture
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