Faces of Death - Swollen Members

I’ll drain the flock, secure my reign in the raindrop

Bodies on treetops

Pitiful incidental injecting people with smallpox

I’m inventing a small box for style burials

Two few variables get your chest red like a cardinal

My harpoons aerial miss range is a negative gauge

It’s busy with kin on carousels

This is me on kerosene

I’m currently unavailable

War restraints

I choose the razor X to escape

In the barrel there’s a peril that’ll blow your marrow back to the sparrows

cage of the fourteenth Pharaoh

Legend day

All the instruments of my kingdom, a sterile-less plague

Limited visibility forcing me to be too rivited, limited amount to account for

my credibility

Deliveries bounce

Electrostatic charges to tables and scorch carcasses after the doctor leaves

the office

Mind me of course.

norms

Find me grinding the bones of mortals with bigger than shells of Galapagos

island turtles

Superior inferno

New balance advanced

Dragon at lanced

You can bring him if you can string him over the highest branch

My riding spoiler of hydrogen bomb, goblins laugh

Or guardians of toxic nerve gas’ll wind up on your left

Freeze you with frames of death

That’s the best way for a lech

I never regret reflecting neglecting a prime on the set