the old, gnarled oak tree says he's here buried sentinel rings bearing tales of structured deceit sold as sanctioned to the world, which suffered in sick and silent defeat.
bearing tales of structured deceit, says he's here the old, gnarled oak tree buried sentinel rings sold as sanctioned to the world, which suffered in sick and silent defeat.
which suffered in sick and silent defeat, the old, gnarled oak tree says he's here, says he's here.
a tree tells a story to me my brain is like the tree.
a man who posits he's found it, an imposing notion indeed. take it either way, he's here despite our needs.
and through and through again until she landed herself in a genuine paradise, which, let's face it can't exist forever...