Behind the Smoke A tree is a triangle, a circle on a roll. Coal fed to us in attempts to feed the soul! Little will ever last, except our bitter past. How fast till you cast, the demon to the mass! youtu.be/tgIqecROs5M For time can stand still, and a demon does bill. To kill our deal, fill the will of the seal! From time to time, I sensed your crime. But a line wills the rhyme! Even a sign! Anything to help, even if you have to kill the welp. HELP! youtu.be/yWP6Qki8mWc Help! You may cry! Altthough she may die, a demon must cry! Till the sound is heard, and the bird is the word! I have no pain for I dance in the rain! Til the cane has been cut from our gut, leaving us wondering what the F&^k! I guess I am stuck leaving you wondering what about luck? Shmuck! youtu.be/_1FVc_4iHNw A grain of sand may escape from time! Just as your face may retract from the lime. A hour away from the day you stayed! Leaving me asking what price you had payed? In the end, when you comprehend what has gone down, round and round has the clown been bound. youtu.be/hTN9bJz-hms
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