A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.