II - The Celebration
PREMATURE ORDER Don't they know the grime always stains. Premature penetration. The smell of the drain will lead you, leave you, lead you. Deliver us in construction for the Bearer of Doom to never let a nigger's wet dream dry. Seldom larvae in their strides and there's no pity for the ones who lost their heads. Holding Where is not the best dressed but the TV. It left you throbbing in the places that they embed. Choking will occur in due time, you're all soon to spoil just like me. Praise right to sodomize in threes and you're all soon to spoil on righteous knees. Obsolete Death needs to breathe and without a voice, it's just a dream. Promised a written land, what's the use when my words comply. Now, his teeth are clean; growing fond of forming circles, never knowing he's already rotting with the Queen. Take yourself to the brim and let the shrieks drag you in. Can't you see you're loving God on the walls, justifying every birthday with a beating. I am my extent, posture getting fucking warped but with your wishes and Jesus winding, their fluid enters binding all dictations until you love your corpse. Sleeping in your shit, this is your home. Delivered a hoax bearing a hand, what's the use when all my anger lies.