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Vail tied to a weathering mask with a child in tow who grows swollen And swells like his mother from which he reluctantly reared his head In what was called The Cadaver Twist A ******* accident, no less No virtue in a conscience yet to breech A lesson likely learned early If only ... Paternal instinct as the peripheral responds autonomously to the bottle with intervals of grease pouring down the gullet The rain decimates in torrential strife Laying in bog known as What Once Was
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Cerberus
Vail tied to a weathering mask with a child in tow who grows swollen And swells like his mother from which he reluctantly reared his head In what was called The Cadaver Twist A ******* accident, no less No virtue in a conscience yet to breech A lesson likely learned early If only ... Paternal instinct as the peripheral responds autonomously to the bottle with intervals of grease pouring down the gullet The rain decimates in torrential strife Laying in bog known as What Once Was
Gadus
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
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