Flimsy Bitches
...pen the doors to the world and bodies are blasted to corpses, frantic stanzas reprimand us and the forces endorse us, darkness dwindless on the edge of extinction, so don't hold your four horses, what the source is, something so simple it's been thumping at your temple, time is oblivious and could pop like a pimple, above it all the covetous call of the fallen refuses to stand still, little did we know the imp's will to pass the bill of the bastards bashes at the palace of malice and your malicious master, make it a little faster, i asked her, hunny, what's so funny about the evil of money, we live with a shiv in our side to collide in pride and our noses get runny, she said pose as a dummy, my rants a...