bliss
The Utopian Syndicate
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Post by bliss on Jul 18, 2011 0:25:10 GMT -8
Devil Horns Skybound The show Tends To lay Beat downs Then proceeds To devour Don't look All sour In ten the spins Start For awhile Lines drawn In sand fine Almost as Aged wine The cellar Is on lock Temperature Controlled With very Little to no Moisture It's as if Your trying To mock Your Air smells Like a Library Old leather Apparel Gone the Way of the Dinosaur
Don't bite My style Most wild If so it Will take You for a Ride somewheres Then Leave you Back There For the toys To consume You and the marrow In yo' bones Son
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