Head: Sentient #6
Condition: clouded mind due to recent awakening along with some headache



cold trannigan
i believe in some form of pure iced crystal
troubled fall of hemshank throne
a collapse
farmer brought out with sun prison
ant eradicate blame with apple core mistress
and thy will survive
one goat for apocalypse with sheer benevolence drinking a sound ubiquitous
all army within my grand equation
and a spring doth fall to the palms of god
with twice formed a will worn blanket
anonymous freed of his blazing shackles within the lunar plains
eating all reason
berry
the time to control a monster
with iron sea water hopes and love
swarm of unicorn bray with the coming of nightmare
i don't believe i won't believe
there magic grows old
an earth with pretense in good biblical
for all my horsemen will annihilate a coming gravitation of nuisance
driven by what they call a labyrinth polyp
sluice be the meaning and allaway hate my minced grain buries thy mill
and fourth coating coils a bound impossibility called lust
eradicate a moor 'pon this once great citadel and bereave your mother's children of friends
closing to a rapturous rupture instilled with own dreams twisted into a foul behemoth
i can't believe that you are my answer
to one scintillating abstract negligent ostentation
for i of will deem worthy no half wit rosen parade filling the streets of mind's escape with reason
lollygagging swiftly for a meek constancy
my will
will mete out punishment to those never willing dead recoveries filled with puss and pestilence
all agression meaning well and a hope for your hell to come and devour my soul
this tide i'll breach and select magnificent one gracious steed who will crush all countenance
with room for god in my breast pocket