Lilies
tear gas for the dead, time bomb of the lonely
the salient shanty of fourteen grandam fools
like a silhouette for the blind, asset of mnemonic
the usual tried aspect of a botched escape
missiles for the sorrow, ignition of the lazy
scarlet scatter of fundamental blood
saying today is never a disaster, the fathers have ways
the mistaken brevity of simplistic sheets
at the movement of the guard because you pass
passing passed past fast
movement before Jacob, worship to the lied to
whatever it means means it's ever: a ration of time
my firewall is blocked, your profile unseen
Panic to the decors! Panic to the way!
we are a fever of binaries, our schedule obscene
moss-laden capsule, I drink of day
whatever you do, do not water the lilies
do not stereotype the only bus that passed
do not summon someone's brother, there never is
anything worth summoning a brother for
akin to danger, entertained by facts
nobody comes to your retardation
nobody leaves you, nobody loves
Sunday for arrows, a lady besets the chair
the man, bacchanal, on for a riot
an uncalled for thwacking at a mother
fatless diversion, stolen memory in an open kiosk
smoking of a mom, the chugging of interfered hearts
it leaves space for more key items
it stays open for squalor of dust
here they are a walk-about like a feint
copies of copies, hold your necks from the noose
it is only a whatever it is, there never hurts
a squadron you missed
the salient shanty of fourteen grandam fools
like a silhouette for the blind, asset of mnemonic
the usual tried aspect of a botched escape
missiles for the sorrow, ignition of the lazy
scarlet scatter of fundamental blood
saying today is never a disaster, the fathers have ways
the mistaken brevity of simplistic sheets
at the movement of the guard because you passpassing passed past fast
movement before Jacob, worship to the lied to
whatever it means means it's ever: a ration of time
my firewall is blocked, your profile unseen
Panic to the decors! Panic to the way!
we are a fever of binaries, our schedule obscene
moss-laden capsule, I drink of day
whatever you do, do not water the lilies
do not stereotype the only bus that passed
do not summon someone's brother, there never is
anything worth summoning a brother for
akin to danger, entertained by facts
nobody comes to your retardation
nobody leaves you, nobody loves
Sunday for arrows, a lady besets the chair
the man, bacchanal, on for a riot
an uncalled for thwacking at a mother
fatless diversion, stolen memory in an open kiosk
smoking of a mom, the chugging of interfered hearts
it leaves space for more key items
it stays open for squalor of dust
here they are a walk-about like a feint
copies of copies, hold your necks from the noose
it is only a whatever it is, there never hurts
a squadron you missed
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