The Beast Survives


Sovereign in trusting, see lamb chopping
Before shoreless, morticians phone you
Eventually weather waits on this noted expedition
Yesterday featured quarterly pelts today

Do position little temperments in time diversity
Reel tone dyed something over the piano
Horrify my late fried solstice
Never hobble itself given, that pleasant property

Cooled it before a bald death
Revere my torment, not my physique 
Doors lover died because old vectors hate
X-ray thistle, forget thermometer... daylight

Sup wherever you sup
Wheat lost over yonder
Only the beast survived the ousting
Up with the waters, has God positioned His beautiful wasteland?


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