Grave are the Hairs on our Asses
Caroliner, Caroliner Rainbow Grace Blocks Used in the Placement of the Personality
Grave are the sins of men
And grave are the world sins
Grave are [?] of the chess
Pieces in God's game
When hair sings their
Fundament in vain
Mine I saw in the mirror
The waste that we unkept
[?] her
As others celebrate in the
Manners refined
My oiling and smoothing
Attracts only flies
The sun gets shadows of
Me with Gain's Mark
Shivering with a falchion
Waving near ever by head
That in the imagе we must
Hold ugliness then wеd
My foe that in omnipotence
Cannot be seen even
Promises to legs and hips
Kept unclean pants stay up
And on except in dark because
Grave are the hairs
Grave are the hairs