Taurus

You also took up the tent of Moloch and the star of your god Rephan, the images you made to worship.
And I will deport you beyond Babylon.




Merrily, merrily, to be fair, this the fairy.

"It's in the Game," the EA, the Lord to ur Mary.

And to Esau ur hue, the Roc Nation that is new.

And to Mark ur Q, and the real New Year's Eve.

Them basil leaves, and the Pusha T.

And the eClipse start's with C, but no minime.


To sacrifice a grand, but his bank account is "g."

"Nothin' but a G," the forbidden sea, and the to liquidate money.

But to dehydrate, the fate, to lose a clue.

I meant, "To lose ur cool," now who is the fool?


To track meet the shoes, and her price seems used.

To think the "Virgin" Mary was always that "cool."

But to Catholic the Alcoholic, this the AA.

And today is always the May Day.


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