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these creatures of woeCold, and soil, and some more oars of old, when you think back to some lost, person, torn, what you were is nothing, clearly given form, so go to war and be a pig, be sure to come back home, sown fields gang up on our Moon, who clearly weeps as long, as long as I turn up to him, he won't ever go.these creatures of woe
by ~VonAvgustin
PluckDidn't keep track of the things I ought to have, I washed away knowledge, so I washed it fast. Old man has strong calf muscles, like his bellybutton oozes lint, I know I sold them all, a long time it has been. Souls are on the display, on a platter now, that should not be their place, a lot of shame around. Castrated an overcoat, making it a jacket, a sprocket fires to your eye, makes you blind and headless. Be wary of their trends now, cold and heat are restless, as the cold cords tie me, heated steel fastens.Pluck
by ~VonAvgustin
His advocative natureBlue sky makes me blind, I would love to see, What the mountain Sun, Has in store for me. Jumping thoughts of clowns, Their faces saddening, Concrete mask of shame, Life's so threatening.His advocative nature
Take off masks, one and all, The messiah brings bread, A small amount for hungry, Just to make amends. I will go on starving, No more will he tempt me, One time I was fooled, but, His other hand is empty.
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