A king with six fingers
An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud
Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers
With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud?
Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave
Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's
Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade
Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead?
A promise to the birth of tomorrow
A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt
A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow
A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault?
Feel better, you *******?
Share the can't with a kind dragon
This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole
With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon?
Death just made perfume out of me...
Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter
Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd
Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly
So, what should a savior's moon, do?
Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach
Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due
In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host...
Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite ***...
Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate
A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect
When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait...
Am pity's task...
Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant
Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask...
A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?
what do you do about the cat raised by cows and bulls? perhaps felix was here...
