“Not now I’m high”
Walked TV the Skie
Me free agaen!
Pop tart mango police structured anomaly, hold me tight
I dribbled up the court
Empty cartridge printer
Ink deadbeat scene
Cross my eyes when that’s all they see
Pray down to man
Walrus tendons stir but have no meaning
Still abide or so help me…
I’ll die!
Always disengage before wearing
Filter the lock
Broken heir attendant
Seek higher visions
Nor read between the lies combined
Court powers
May sway the unborn believers
Will soon U-turn
The pages of old
Or so help me… my god.
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