Thought like time, fine like wine. We abduct and bind, for the love of lies. We push, we seek, indeed it be, from love to lust, In God (We) Trust. To come from within, we sign with a ball point pen. For those that trust and look to lust. For (them) we seek, to humble them at their peak. For lies we lied, then all was denied.
Shattered from Faith, his life stuck on a stake. Like a medium-rare steak, that sizzles, then baked. For what (We) do, is for (Us), and (You). Back To The Future, then watch (part) two.
For we whine for wine and dine to dine. Forever trying to get two words to rhyme. For what we must, to crave and lust, in which we smoke ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
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