Drums of force weeping.
Wooden stresses.
Along the mongers and the cages.
The sea green forgery.
Bagged to the top.
Lynched at the top.
Chained through the lot of others.
Thou the wicked of brothers, sisters and mother's.
Oh the horror.
Of Syd.
Throw it in midair.
Garrett Johnson.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
Drums of force weeping.
Wooden stresses.
Along the mongers and the cages.
The sea green forgery.
Bagged to the top.
Lynched at the top.
Chained through the lot of others.
Thou the wicked of brothers, sisters and mother's.
Oh the horror.
Of Syd.
Throw it in midair.
Garrett Johnson.
Ol' Johnny boy stopped and said hello.
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