Deep Down the Throat

DEEP DOWN MY THROAT Judging by what man see yes, intertwined memories slumber and gorgeous silver linings a feel deep down the throat it stagger Universally my man kills and subjugates my loosened freedom then rounds of blubbering tokens wills in severe painful skin of a walking warm Bringing pot bellied sacks that speaks the moment they are lashed convincing millions of scurvy scars then performing serious bids abolished I will spare my gratitude to my mother nature once I find a conviction beyond altitude but my man shall have fed enough on my pasture