A Killer Set
Trance-Sent Dance!
Global City, hear to use us we all live in it, it chews us ‘heads up, the generals thrussed; we’re under their direction under this deception our conceptions not a weapon except, when… Wha-nce, upon a tine in silken rhymes we spoke from out the tomes of Time on bone-stretched hides intoned and groaned, awoken lions mockin', watch them run ‘n hide, then cly’em, steal their meals and leave them sigh-’nz. With only grit and self-reliance, History’s ex-stinks Distinguished Monsters, V’all-halla calls for Giants Fraudsters, incisively excised incisors flaunted Entwined, end-bound so closed to hearts Then scarf them, Cott-on. The Coll’d… It waits for those forgotten.
