No step.
No pleasing eye.
With want came all of something.
The rib of laugh,
Boneless as the whale,
Swimming deep the fruits of loin and beggar;
One less the day of Sampson,
Hell on high,
Heaven low to the crawling stiff,
Towers heart and kidney\'s stone,
half my own
Calf and moon to gallop on a twin;
Where goes the days?
Bok Choy spine, cloak and dust,
In this we trust.
Broad-sword tooth-and-nail
All hail all who shall hang and drip,
On pitted grave, white wine spit,
Half i cannot own,
Half-dressed beyond one naked sea,
Each word i live and breathe
As ocean, man, needle to the knave;
Vengance mine; All mine but Salems borrow;
Tomorrow drunk as hooded worm,
A Winter for the cold that burns
That turns it\'s locks full-cycle on his brood.
One step.
One pleasing eye;
Leaves i dare to die
Live endless to the stream,
Flows thick and thistle whistles blood,
Floods heart and ball on flowered beds.
Watch this earth turn down it\'s smile;
Our ghost\'s of ghouls now Winter fed;
Where now we beggars crawl?