at the slave milling of that property where the pencil is provided to taken in routine to be freed i trapped your crime in shameful spite the mouthing of how, crawls back inside
as prisonered as the night holding lust birth of freedoms removal the haste to decay upon her stains, against her he gaveled the mans lurid dependence for mastering be silent, birds will fly in your heart my dear
the cat crawls awakened by your sounds the true love is after being removed
Either the sheriff or the church girl appearance
Both are vile customers of deception
Mutual fames of poison
The Jewish insurance of war and isolation
The monotony and sedition sedentary behind time
Privatized history and allowance of good crime
Ghetto hosts and sadists from slow lands
have not been in these sheets with you yet, tonight?