the high ace of the midnight mout

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Just some phrases, I've been collecting for two weeks, including the subject line, which came in a dream last night. objects of control confusion to console Variable Punishments This cloak will tear this vail We're driving in circles No Seriously, We're driving in circles Theirs somethings ironic The devil wears a crown very similar to your smile But we watch this lightning and listen this thunder like a lotto You were born with the whip scars of your fathers But then again I was born a little off kilter myself On the principles of Chaos, I cannot divide this line Oh its jaw drop expression, it's a jaw drop expression, When I give a brutal confession a brutal confession Oh with my life! I hope I'm wrong!!! Death is my shadow and takes my friends out to lunch, and visits me while I sleep Oh FTD, how you tease me!