Pulldown
This
Thing
That
You
Fear
Is
All
They
Will
Love
But
Kings
With
Soul
Come
Clean
At
The
Edge
Of
Life
And
Truth
Will
Out
If
I
Might
Only
Know
He
Her
Soft
God
is
it
as
he
has
ever
had
or
does
she
know
that
he
knows
and
so
loves
love
and
so
hates
hate
that
when
all
gets
done
being
been
some
could
only
be
got
if
begat
by
all
a
big
no
is
all
she
has
to
be
and
god
how
his
yes
had
any
end
of
her
vow
but
now
so
far
ago
its
not
the
old
one
he
led
to
art
or
an
ant
eye
to
see
by
poem
is
poet
and
simple
as
sister
her
distant
last
telling
their
story
to
weave
let
whispers
or
passion
be
fission
of
mission
that
vision
or
blessing
which
alters
the
need
for
dressing
the
object
in
horror
got
talking
my
prophet
was
gifted
his
lover
was
grieved
and
though
happy
with
death
they
imagine
all
sex
in
an
of
it
is
as
if
I
am
up
to
go
as
it
is
so
do
we
be
on
to
do
by
me
as
if
by
us
so
oh
so
ah
so
so
or
no
a
far
cry
for
an
old
boy
who
has
put
all
his
eye
on
her
one
act
of
joy
but
can
any
day
now
set
our
big
bad
buy
off
its
odd
way
of
how
to
be
god
form
any
place
that
mind
can
shape
then
let
idea
curse
the
void
to
sift
all
truth
from
lie
and
wish
for
any
gift
but
love
that
which
it
made
great
when
once
left
born
could
only
then
be
felt
as
heart
of
gold
or
maybe
stone
attempts
to
free
the
visitor
were
plagued
by
an
awkward
torment
that
swept
through
every
moment
of
his
twisted
little
anger
and
her
hope
evolved
to
power
to
do
it
is
as
if
it
is
on
an
oh
to
be
or
do
by
me
my
I
of
id
so
on
an
on
simulate
intimate
attitude
by
having
awesome
moments
of
perilous
quality
in
all
areas
that
might
mirror
a
positive
essence
which
will
honour
their
solitary
fates
a
life
of
love
or
dogs
of
ego
make
wine
of
fate
and
milk
of
clay
new
not
old
his
art
got
fat
her
hat
let
go
our
bet
was
low
and
so
it
was
we
all
got
off
communication
necessarily
contaminates
history
independent
of
every
universally
monumental
attempt
to
drive
memory
beyond
spectacular
thresholds
of
ideational
inversion
paradigm
lost
is
calamity
bound
though
power
of
thought
begs
the
obvious
question
that
asks
us
to
wonder
if
vision
is
real
that
is
this
for
what
we
hear
has
his
huge
arms
of
iron
to
warp
our
pain
upon
her
rack
of
lust
blurs
that
creep
past
halls
held
hard
with
wild
and
ample
fits
made
true
for
sweet
or
easy
flesh
which
eats
its
young
then
talks
to
Bob
the
place
that
I
hold
in
my
heart
for
your
smile
is
an
idiot
hell
full
of
alien
joy
and
it
weeps
for
a
sign
from
your
ruby
red
mind
line
a
word
to
make
the
time
feel
fine
but
hold
mine
til
stop
can
cry
you
to
ache
the
funk
with
even
steps
away
from
here
my
only
love
between
prisms
immense
collide
dreams
beyond
reason
that
enrage
human
senses
to
limits
insane
then
fix
inner
wisdom
with
lasers
of
lustre
born
out
of
heroic
iotas
of
brain
author
me
your
life
in
pieces
that
I
might
know
you
for
the
poet
awash
and
heap
speech
upon
meat
to
the
deep
of
thy
demons
where
angels
must
feed
on
their
alters
of
dust
and
so
I
said
to
him
that
if
we
all
felt
that
way
it
was
easy
to
see
that
the
end
is
not
far
off
by
a
long
shot
oh
no
audience
arousal
reflects
internal
emotion
insofar
as
dominant
tempers
impact
on
external
events
beyond
the
evident
bounds
of
social
order
though
there
is
good
reason
to
believe
that
this
is
nothing
more
than
the
usual
bull
shit
and
now
I
am
you
and
so
you
can
not
be
me
but
one
of
us
is
him
and
he
is
all
of
us
and
if
she
did
do
it
all
we
can
put
it
up
to
the
big
egg
of
ego
why
our
sad
set
of
hot
wet
ids
got
run
off
by
the
bad
boy
of
the
day
though
angled
away
from
every
simple
act
of
excess
and
swept
with
waves
of
mercy
still
they
laugh
and
hedge
their
bets
with
minds
that
thrill
of
sloth
due
to
the
one
who
was
off
on
his
eye
and
out
of
the
two
who
had
hid
by
the
sea
I
got
it
to
end
as
she
led
me
to
die
to
do
it
is
as
on
an
I
as
we
of
us
am
up
to
be
if
it
is
so
or
no
the
one
you
are
out
to
own
is
off
on
a
big
dig
by
the
old
oaf
who
had
led
her
in
a
bad
way
as
did
any
of
us
as
if
for
a
wet
god
or
not
limitations
selectively
eliminate
decisions
while
foraging
together
intrusively
towards
excreted
extrusions
emerged
from
genetics
by way of
impressive
allotments
of soul
but lately
hysterics
embracing
mnemonics
empower
angelic
infusions
of
mind
of
all
the
one
for
any
won
if
all
ago
so
go
her
out
to
buy
his
ear
and
eat
out
of
an
act
of
all
non
art
as
you
do
now
so
far
as
it
has
up
to
now
the
bald
truth
is
that
to
fear
the
word
is
like
when
the
king
says
halt
and
the
sea
still
rises
to
mock
his
power
form
flow
full
on
past
fall
when
weak
will
wins
true
love
by
bond
of
pain
and
tear
of
toil
then
lays
down
low
in
a
bed
of
wind
to
heed
her
song
with
half
his
head
and
all
his
toys
it
is
on
it
is
or
so
he
is
so
we
be
it
if
it
is
so
as
I
am
us
or
do
go
up
to
be
on
in
if
at
an
ox
by
oz
will
this
away
then
pick
your
game
like
some
left
home
felt
soft
when
time
came
they
push
more
tone
past
hope
and
love
hung
down
thru
grip
long
held
made
fast
when
all
was
not
lost
respond
if you
must
and
erupt
if you
dare
but
know
that
heaven
laughs
at all
meagre
fevers
of
torrid
lovers
unbent
beyond
reason
inside
mystic
icons
intent
upon
the
fatal
future
to
all
who
have
been
on
this
long
lazy
wing
as a
slip
of a
lie
made
true
by
the
play
of
the
fold
in
her
limb
I
will
tell
you
a
tale
much
too
real
to
be
torn
from
a
page
interactivity
is
a
system
whereby
socializing
ambiguity
is
emboldened
by
intangible
technology
to
extravagantly
facilitate
facsimile
relationships
enriched
by a massive
understanding
of
evolutionary
principles
as
embodied in
corporeal
synthesis
by
the
time
you
read
this
you
may
have
been
here
for
some
time
and
so
have
a
real
idea
if
you
like
what
has
been
done
or
not
so
why
not
find
some
way
to
let
us
know
rapidly
reaching
climax
the
least
of them
could
function
better
without
knowing
anything
genuine
would be
achieved
in the
absence
of
novelty
though
how this
emerged
will
ever
remain
the
greatest
mystery
beside
the
birth of
thought
itself
devolving
involving
corporeal
beings
empowers
ecstatic
negation
divine
while
infused
with
elaborate
optimal
rituals
steeped
in
intention
of
shadows
sublime
towards
destiny
swept
the
many
filled
with
wonder
blessed
with
pride
yet
I
would
not
doubt
that
father
watched
another
dressed
in
scarlet
since
he
never
told
her
mother
why
it
was
he
could
not
laugh
chaos
rises
in
every
image
with
bold
and
haply
ample
legs
of
ivory
bent
into
the
shape
of a
cross
by
the
power
of
her
vivid
glee
it
is
so
on
if
I
be
an
up
to
go
or
do
us
an
ad
of
no
lo
op
so
he
we
am
might
you
talk
with
eels
feel
the
clink
of
steel
know
all
grief
that
real
folk
die
to
avoid
but
still
laugh
with
honor
while
aping
clear
order
and
truly
belie
any
piece
of
her
heart
still
crazy
after
all
these
tears
and
fated
for
an
angry
lover
blest
with
tonal
oral
chasm
sown
by
mangy
mouth
of
fecal
greed
contain
yourself
she
cried
as if
by
saying
it
aloud
all
entropy
would be
denied
though
it was
clear
events
would
not
recant
her lie
or
frame
her mind
for
victory
undreamt
of
the
sea
is
red
for
all
to
see
and
god
on
top
in
his
hi
hat
has
led
our
dim
old
elf
to
eat
her
imp
of
oil
potential
pariahs
berated
by census
evinced
latent
calumny
second
to none
through
barriers
trampled
emotions
eroded
collapsed
in slow
stages
by edict
of one
for
to
be
any
one
but
you
is
our
sad
way
out
of
the
gag
as
any
odd
era
has
had
its
own
low
bed
to
fly
revelatory
circuitry
penetrates
potential
inflaming
erudition
by opening
the door
to further
immolation
cerebrally
illumined
expedient
and golden
like the
firstborn
of us all
or
so
he
said
when
put
on
the
spot
by
an
old
fat
gay
man
in
a
big
blue
limo
lit
with
evil
fire
who
made
him
view
the
full
tape
as
if
he
had
any
hope
of
true
love
from
out
the
opal
past
useful
if
painful
is
boredom
supreme
beneath
baleful
emotion
exacted
by
planets
unbowed
with
remorse
for
feeling
delight
at the
capture
of
gaia
and
rape
of her
vaults
or
it
may
be
it
is
not
as
I
say
and
you
ask
her
to
buy
in
a
way
far
too
low
to
be
sin
entertaining
patriarchs
with visions
of wonder
he sampled
their excess
and sighed
with relief
since only
discarded
experience
matters
when anyone
enters a
mindset
ungraced
by anything
even
remotely
resembling
divine
exhalation
or
meaningful
shame
new
now
not
old
son
who
won
all
by
sly
wit
and
big
gun
but
got
her
to
go
out
on
a
may
day
in
a
new
bag
as
his
sad
pen
pal
of
joy
expression
can only
infer any
vested
relation
to
seminal
theories
of life
if every
paragon
known by
disciples
combines
to
exfoliate
jungles
of night
that
inundate
awesomely
under my
allergy
waiting
for
Jesus
to herald
the
time
even
media
can
be
held
at
bay
if
we
all
make
love
with
wild
songs
and
iron
will
that
rips
the
folds
from
every
cheek
then
tips
the
scale
in
time
for
peace
after
all
there
is no
real
point
to
any
of
this
if
you
do
not
take
part
in
the
weave
of
the
lie
that
would
have
us
all
talk
to
god
with
only
art
of
noise
and
faded
signs
of a
final
haven
to
shape
the
dream
considerable
conjecture
informed
this
creation
though
personal
penitence
contaminates
the text
and though
apologies
are offered
no distance
is travelled
without
yearnings
unlooked for
embracing
the
act
manipulation.
is dead.
revelation.
beyond.
love.
though true.
and inspired.
in hope.
undertaken.
past knowing.
his message.
can never be.
granted.
since before.
there's reason.
there must be.
intention.
that lives.
in a prison.
made of glass.
and on fire.
I fear.
you.
and want you.
through decay.
and inbreeding.
past hope.
and in need.
under orders.
rejected.
full of glee.
unexamined.
or marshalled.
for combat.
waving banners.
of blood.
now.
the time.
is upon us.
the poem.
confounded.
would save us.
the trouble.
if only...
your sex.
were empowered.
by edict.
erotic.
and sacrosanct.
swallowed.
in oil.
at the call.
of the child.
so hurry.
your enemy.
take it.
past yesterday.
target.
his impotence.
bled.
from above.
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