This friend to you is the ****** of me...

That much work was invited to be an augur for
that which took place while pamping your ***** face
When you first choose to defeat the imbued and mortified
you'll follow prints of clarity and you yourself, which is self defiled
Sit in the hash marks of the hay it's the reason your face is in a friend play

Rest in peace guffaw, badly and sadly keeping a nest
for the Phoenix's age is a part of the glory and splendor
Say its pet to impress your companion incumbent mayor
Through a fraction of infractions, of less I'd be crolling myself
on Friday evenings you don't get to go there, no more posey tosey slim suga' zoey
We're in remittance all the way from our pacific coast playground
Into being that friend to you and I to the ****** in me
which breaks Solomon duty's glib structure and ends the deaf ambiance
As if watching it translate into a game player who turns the food and slays the fox
How are we sippin of the main course How are we shuffelen' on the reign tort
How are we slippin on the main roar
Because you'd cry in a brown wily suit at the state of life
in the sauce of a business day for whom you kept a sunflower that wept
So be it, the relevance of being a friend to you is addendum; the ****** in me
I don't see why that makes any sense I labeled you a failure alive even while you play
Those video games and societies like a spike waiting to hike how much I hate you aptly so

Then one day a place that leaves no boundaries
The need makes duplicitous ideas of morale as a symposium
Then each sound place in your mind is chaotic and yet invasive
God will lay behind a chain of sin versus survival and beauty with symphony
Yet what state did the availing claim make for their own, the ones that stood behind it

Yes it's a property of life, being friend to you is the ****** in me