satire saints

[quaileyedsnowfish]

in an strange direction
of a goat in the lake of fire
the deception has a dream
but a collar of leaves
is a golden spider in the dusk
like demons heavenly
we sepose to tie the clues
on are karma of second hand kiss
trust is not hooked on the tribute of the mind
whell in some suface's at the jackpots loading red whire
it's the decoration's of the past
hanging on a mink of devils weeds
that sound sweet in are blushed
honey tied ribbons
that are mine arms
where you can sleep
in spring forgotten by kiss
like its made by sunshine
of are beeing
it broad like satire saints
fading in the owls wolverine wings
and becoming the soul of the forgiven
stark starlight
in are hous
next to the windmills crooked sea of blindness searing
into the heart§
we seal are hunger of a taste of the mist broken violins space