oh jeez

jeeeeeezzz

*grimace/sigh*

the saline tide is high t'night

the fleur tortured souls

ill and flying by on Saturn lite

like wormwood cadence holes

the one & all, still broken, fallen

go downtown to the nickel

stained red hardwood

metronome

brandish irons,

candid bile

sordid

wiles

feel the storm

oh come

Knights

of Ardor

do come

sisters' mercy

Oh come

lend your solace

to me

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