At night
The willow
Does blow
Where we're
Supposed to be
I never did
Know

Can you keep me
Naked and hid?
Can you keep me
A sacrificial bid?
I am yours, won't you
Let me win?
I got a lasted twin,
And it's colored in Sin.

A navy emerald sea
Shimmers in the
Eastern wind.

A smile takes me
As a  rile piles
And what we've got to lose
Is all we've got to gain.

Two seers precede to
The forgotten
Sound.

And ye', ye' pound for
Pound,
Resound in the creators absolute decor'.
We joke.
Oh', do we play.
How do we skip to dismay in
The
Frolicking hay.

Let the daughter
Die.

She admits
All
Defeat.

Let her be
The answer

To all

Mens

Problems.