Mordecai
iacedrom mordecai intended victum was running but nowhere to go not certain he was a target he was hidding in the snow shoe hare beware limit rules state the law is clear no one eats when they get 666 spell the Freon zone with gass near brown grass of winter eye zed rabbit stewing in his hutch looking askance aside the road at toad or turtle souped up motor oil leaking on the tarmac the color of inked wet paper soaked in brine beside the ocean near the beaches of whales entering the covert operations code name Mordicai homosapiens eating meat become the meat the dinosaurs falling into labreainths near lost angles formed more than likely leaving after printings omnibed of bedding wetter than before the paint not dry on leather etchings near the lacings of the boots iacedrom ian bairnson making tribute for alan parsons project its god musick good two describe bio now state the sound of falcon fluttering moving wings just hanging in midair until her lover sees add the sound a rat makes in the field as being fed he hides the food and trys in vain to worship man for feeding rat again poor Mordacai
iacedrom mordecai intended victum was running but nowhere to go not certain he was a target he was hidding in the snow shoe hare beware limit rules state the law is clear no one eats when they get 666 spell the Freon zone with gass near brown grass of winter eye zed rabbit stewing in his hutch looking askance aside the road at toad or turtle souped up motor oil leaking on the tarmac the color of inked wet paper soaked in brine beside the ocean near the beaches of whales entering the covert operations code name Mordicai homosapiens eating meat become the meat the dinosaurs falling into labreainths near lost angles formed more than likely leaving after printings omnibed of bedding wetter than before the paint not dry on leather etchings near the lacings of the boots iacedrom ian bairnson making tribute for alan parsons project its god musick good two describe bio now state the sound of falcon fluttering moving wings just hanging in midair until her lover sees add the sound a rat makes in the field as being fed he hides the food and trys in vain to worship man for feeding rat again poor Mordacai
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