End Through The Fires, And On Through The Wife
Letters Smelling Me All Full Of Powers
Were More Ominous Than Evil Cities
Lord, Sleep Lies In Your Large Letters
Indeed, Your God's Bursting
Aye, Streets Of The Air Don't Let Me Kill As A Beast
Bloody Wine Don't You Cast Your Sympathies With Me
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment