Ur heart beats slow, and the pound that echos remorse.
To use the "force," with the Pale Horse, this the back burner.
This reminds me of the chicken dinner with Ted Lerner.
This the National's Anthem, and we shoot to the Moon.
And Ye' coffin has no room
moloch (3)
"...to the Vulture of the Moon and to the Scapegoat of El-Shaddai."
"this is HAM!"
The Long John Silver with the hush puppy galore.
Havin to four score, and havin only seven days.
As hot as Hell, to dip beneath the Chesapeake Bay.
To stand proud and sin
To stay strapped with the pen, and to see through the dark.
To incarnate from the furnace, but this ain't the Lion's Den.
What I mean, is when I see, the Watcher that descends.
After not bowing, He then turns into a Djinn.
The same color as the widow, b
