loctusts siftin closest to heart
thistles at large depths often
my treds cotton pressed coffins
spokesmen threads reaped
myself crepid forgot then lock
i wish death was rotten alot
butters speckles andrew poc, in
a depth of lucid drunk predicess
i need exorsists slopish ash
colapsed in the cage a frothin
this fox has more moxy than
moccosins blotch and clots bled
my head frought with led
as the bullet passed postives
christ my hearts been shot
thenn stop rotate hit falicitate
crips await drifts of space
liquid spock processed aswell
my hell produces pails of
wail like coronosis in an abyss
rational lists fail to eclypse