Keep your Alarm and burn that State of Complacency to that Dial of the Rinse as Purr Foster,

the frozen Have already busted the Bliss with the Torture of a Sadist on the Carnation of Stiled,

that roundabout pasture with a fountains lied,

digging the based moe spell to striking the fire as 'IF' the reins don't saddle the Wait by rings of treed.

To court on the smallest of brince take that sturrup and gather to an application of brain in that grizzle,

fry the seg bait and burl the fish with cod once in the stein,

drink with the vain and mortify the heart to body by Designed,

grance this verbal carrot as the bar knuckle is bloody to a cole.

Crate the boxer to bisque and marrow,

stride the thought of dreams to a bliss Fold of my dun,

ride the girth with a waist hazards hydrant,

soak the seas with an ocean of drops,

the tiers of Hell in this world of paste.

Sip this word to value,

rub the mind the dane,

cut the plug and dock the come,

ships of warble on wobbling,

fall on seasonable tile.

Spout of mouth with guise as trout be of the suit in bade,

chunk that tongue of lies and shrug make total of the site to gud,

gog and asgog do the thrice and masque the scape to ice upon the scene,

tried and stew baal the Sku and crease the brow of wrist with dues,

deep with tat the bean and fat make mortion to the shruggers as the vow.

Me kin morse the chorus vote bring sing to sheets of ease,

as all do dance the dead and can'ts a dirt between the bye's,

shirt of study read the Y in verse to tribe the scorn,

take the hatred and sqallow know that vocals shrink,

as the throttle of the snot chokes the eyes to blanks.

Be farm to paddock Up to Sedgwick and more the verbal glide,

be blessed to see that garden bee to say that I'm alive,

in breadth to breast the settle chest of lamb on bleeding died,

raised from ash to tide the bass and chart the worlds died.

Serenity the explain so done that simple is the chocolates fun,

a box of known to theater stuns it is the words of lore`d,

shingles thorn to house of sworn I grace the feed this buy,

make sever to the thread in gain as every dust grows parts of lust and that is making drived.

Harness of the yoke I am that Hobble left on Neck and chore I brilliant your decor,

to sound that whip as war shore scars to be the perfect shame,

to touch that see on ole ache shine the back at my deplore,

I echo not why bother stout as this world worses louds.