Inner sin

cold deficit; bold negligence; righteous hand of citizenship and loyalty; crossband with crosstars; double cross Hercules and Goliath with trust and betrayal
lust will prevail; i am the dust in your sails; the wind in your gails; the sin your veils
dust and rust accumulate on typhoons and trumpets, stand triumphant
for when the early bird hatches it's egg on beauty; marks increase to six six six
render mystic mix; opulent study; gail at hawks and owls with coats of snow
prove their glow; choke on snow; the ninja assassain that chokes on snow
frosted flow; frosted spikes rubbed against chest and arms; steady charm
readied armed; the animal house with a noose; is the bread in farms
dead in arms;; reinforce Ezekiel's wheel; as a steering mechanic ism
dissect a rhythm; taking out cots for a extradition
set with wisdom; Solomon on horseback; quench with waters
Breath of satyrs; kill 20 men and died the death matyr
I'm a prophet off the gin; will you be my softened friend?
Cough of men; am i dangerous: depends if the blade is popping off again
masochistic grin, i lay as a holy ghost with timid sin
For I am a serpentine; and no-one can tame my inner sin


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cold deficit; bold negligence; righteous hand of citizenship and loyalty; crossband with crosstars; double cross Hercules and Goliath with trust and betrayal
lust will prevail; i am the dust in your sails; the wind in your gails; the sin your veils
dust and rust accumulate on typhoons and trumpets, stand triumphant
for when the early bird hatches it's egg on beauty; marks increase to six six six
render mystic mix; opulent study; gail at hawks and owls with coats of snow
prove their glow; choke on snow; the ninja assassain that chokes on snow
frosted flow; frosted spikes rubbed against chest and arms; steady charm
readied armed; the animal house with a noose; is the bread in farms
dead in arms;; reinforce Ezekiel's wheel; as a steering mechanic ism
dissect a rhythm; taking out cots for a extradition
set with wisdom; Solomon on horseback; quench with waters
Breath of satyrs; kill 20 men and died the death of matyrs
I'm a prophet off the gin; will you be my softened friend?
Cough of men; am i dangerous: depends if the blade is popping off again
masochistic grin, i lay as a holy ghost with timid sin
For I am a serpentine; and no-one can tame my inner sin