Clothed, In Purple and Fine Linen

Watching her black as white kitty lioness prowling amongst life's trees.... Lean is she abandoned perhaps les miserables ? Inspired by yesterday's meal A live kill his unknowing squirrel and babies whom wait on love's, merciful plate ? Post zombie's apocalyptic world; rushing to beat their midnight toll in poignant they Cursed the branches void, of light ? Critical acclaim bows and ties a cannibal's dreams His pagan's guise; dressed these robes her market's place open graves where children cry.. Your covered bridge there cross the blind ? In trails be tears their own shall find; a fool's gold.