Grabbing It's Serpent By, His Tale

Into the abyss dust from lambent's heel.... Jelly goo betwixt his pew; amid toe tapping time Holding tight her branch a farewll address he pleads Tears flowing down touched their crowd; dae's bondman weeps While Impetigo adjust fate's twined horns this cloth she kept love's red rose Black cloaks white hoods pill'box pilgrims of ancient old dissipate presenting mastiff's Statuette baby Bael hands reaching towards one another embraced and don't go papa: fade to gray.