The perfect sense

Needless to say, you made the day. I came and you thought, my. Insight in the incest. The shower is your only escape. Filth and ginger crawls inside you as I reach the end. The traces are familiar and I can see the man. Feeling ill and making me sick, I lay my hand in the dawn of my shadows. Acoustic garlic are tasty. Underlying unconscious messages appear as illusions to the invisible mind. A glorious man and woman without hope. Cancer! Relive in nothing but freedom and fame. I rest upon the empty grave. Waterfalls and temples without limitation limits my fall and prolongs the autumn. God is sane, we are the in- Under the weeping sock of abyss. The cake was closer to, my smile. I wanted to carry on. Feel my darkness through the mind of your sinful stress. Hand me the gun, empty my mind. Yield in pain, speak my name. Queen of darkness, the only favorite in my world. Coins are falling deep. Poetics are lies. Politics, newscasters,religion -all lies. Day after day, night after night. Hand held until the great white flood. I heard whispers in the backyard. And as I wore the final demand. Youthful demise.