When I came over the water
I saw her face glory on the sea
And I have come to draw you to me
BAALSTORM: put yourself in my place
The surface seas in the mirror,
the grass, the gorge
Mark Mark Mark this: "is everything all right?"
The breeze filled with teett
The choir boys hymned "Hark the lark"
But the splinter you are real
Smoke of stirring robbed my eyes
I came over the water
To shape you and fill you: "I am Aeon"
The are more than hosannas for the gallants
In their galleons
On their stallions
I came to state the teeth of the truth:
"I am Aeon"
Her vulture runs to refuge
But refuses the tongue
Tight that night's grip on the light over Naqqada
Stung memory and slayed cells
"Women twice slaves: in bird and in bed"
La illa ilaha illallah
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(The haunted face of the middle of the road follows me home
Pencils and bombs, cells and fall, idols, FALL!
Wipes the buried leonine paws
Clubbed fingers toes grasped
For soils of either executed or harsh ends
An as Fame the night kids groove in UrGraves
The profile faces the the head with horns of satin
And is on the scars of the beauties and braves
Tripped, skipped, nipped in your fall)
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I saw her face glory on the sea
And I have come to draw you to me
BAALSTORM: put yourself in my place
The surface seas in the mirror,
the grass, the gorge
Mark Mark Mark this: "is everything all right?"
The breeze filled with teett
The choir boys hymned "Hark the lark"
But the splinter you are real
Smoke of stirring robbed my eyes
I came over the water
To shape you and fill you: "I am Aeon"
The are more than hosannas for the gallants
In their galleons
On their stallions
I came to state the teeth of the truth:
"I am Aeon"
Her vulture runs to refuge
But refuses the tongue
Tight that night's grip on the light over Naqqada
Stung memory and slayed cells
"Women twice slaves: in bird and in bed"
La illa ilaha illallah
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(The haunted face of the middle of the road follows me home
Pencils and bombs, cells and fall, idols, FALL!
Wipes the buried leonine paws
Clubbed fingers toes grasped
For soils of either executed or harsh ends
An as Fame the night kids groove in UrGraves
The profile faces the the head with horns of satin
And is on the scars of the beauties and braves
Tripped, skipped, nipped in your fall)
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