DeathCadet

Fast talk from the computer mouth, Banking on a severance of tremendous fire-bending, Hitting the roof of my dark heart, I want to see the look on there faces when i make the material plane erupt, God takes you no where, His blank stare corrupts the gazing wonderment of fastings and gift bringing, The self's constant mind-brain is wrought usless. Wrap your eyes, Forget your loved ones, Walk the plank, You are an instrument in my symphony over salt water.

The electronics are lying, passionate twilight gods, quietude is fleeting, In the hornet fright night dodge. Escapes the fate of the liar's wake, tyrants regain what the heavy men hate, all is surreal when the steady hand holds the grenade, In this complex algorithmic uncertainly factual caption tendril garbage. because of the corpus lad, i render a cloud of market glaze, his head made of customer plating, whilst the bleeding martyr is dying in the cave.

Cheepy chirpy head bite glossy, Nerd wide head chime, Fell swipe tip. Gore ripe felt tripe, Alaskan prowl men wiser. Fiz of the lovely biz gets hubble trembles in the water, Like Buck lemming tour bating face blend hatter, The Eleven bisque tattered makes a fistey fighter. Warlike touch tent best of the alabaster swimming thrope, In the midst of dinnertime jist we all just lie, Slappy fat ratty tatty, Make them all die.

Barely horridly vapidly, Come to terms with the pit talk trooper, The man of cans had sought to venture, His piracy was in vain, For to talk to the head whale again, is giving faith to the none thumb worshippers, is giving haste to the townsend foragers, The entrails wrecked from belief in that name, Whore to fight and to speak outward, Intake pressure place to have the rot in the most uncommon commonwealth, A frightening tangent, Breathes at last.

Warm filter fluid will convex forth through the gate, Want and cant and happens next is pulsing through the vent, Ode to the passive conducter's banner tide rush, Of blue, And of White, The planer in the Void, horrid and true his thoughts become apparent, And manifest in chance, To ring on through the eons, Never ceasing, Now let me tell you about what a snake I have been.