Baby, Grew Up With Some Fangs
Battling straight from the gate again today; flesh as
Spirit neck and neck down time's back stretch ? Historia's
Derby goo goo girls google boys; holding their collective breath
While His child flys with golden wings transcending to grasp the sky....
Beelzebube's banshees clinging tight joculars night red rums plight the price ?
Baby digging in taking all their sin; hitting stride on a midnight ride shifting gears
To gather these tears ? Pulling away towards Love's, Holy Day tongues wagging big birds lagging.
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