Dreams of what may come paired with imagined kingdom, a future past in pretense this blood makes no sense, from where doth it spill and from where doth it fill in a pool of lust we fail clinging only with a prehensile tail our bargain is made our bill is paid but we twist on a mortal coil to be kept in tinfoil the leftover of the past over, here's the stand in front of Zeus we demand to see the savior to watch our behavior. Oh man in my sky, oh demon in my eye roll me over and pull me under make your bed be ye fed pray to your air find a bridge follow the dare.
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