Zebra Plastered On Your Glue Right-Hand Knot

Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot near the end sorry. Painted girls tossed in the air hiding spoken truth. Guitars bleached their long silk hair. I played with civil war's eternity dust and held your wings in the air's trust. Catching butterfly spots. Rainbow cream pies. Remorse hides behind deep pain. I hide behind lonely eyes. Everything is pretty between your painted purple cream but the dirty laundry fades and degrades our freedom's insane frame. Bombs ticking away on the side of years. Dust a model that paints the sun and once the art is done, dead inside an antique bottle, we will all be like your dead zebra broken by the giraffe's dirty ear. Silver through the nostrils and we plucked out our seed under the dirt, cheap from the monkey paw. A buried bone sticks through born eyes and we believe our giraffe ear has a bad infection or a near reaction to save God from taking our land. We must not hide. Bones will fly just like lonely spirit's suicide and nature kept the glory, our key.