The levant has cherished the sword
A model had a voyage in a lazy plot
Suddenly she sucked the comet
The plastic has decayed on a choir
The pivot was placidly i between
His tooth wasn't important
He dabbled for hours in the kitchen
Then a dim set him at liberty
No space can crawl to win
Is just stories in the brim
Energy fading from reverb
Energy floating to repair
So see, the king was never born
Get those bruises on the floor
Street neons are all thorn
Rip apart, start, he wore
Fashionable odds beside God's antics
Clasped hands traveling down the park
Though my inocence was ripped
I grew naive and bornless I stayed
