sangria

sangria

memory that fickle bastard. a b-roll of the bitter hours. sat and watched the reruns 'til the spite touched was mitigated. absentee participant. unhinged mostly. sought solace. now it burn through the palm holding rosaries. a charm life is. glimpsed a burnt sky in periphery. been in this exact spot so many times i thought survival. required no accomplices relaying speak no rather jump from motherships than covet them but the aforementioned haunt lost in reprisals so don't you worry bout those cosigns the support will be amoral at best dead on arrival stupid there ain't nothing behind that curtain i aint used to room 101 love lingering party slogan etched into the moments fleeting when i seen her next we both know the reasons two types of sacrifice teetering but a gun pointed at your head will make the speak real easy strange fruit in the sangria going through the motions swinging no meeting of the minds with the forefathers cope and treat the bias like it's surefire a false positive cloned for the optics been delusional with confidence another lone speaker sovereign in the land of milk and honey obligations let the burdens blossom thou shall not kill unless your death will bear us profits levitated when they pulled the ladders up behind them try lock stepping with benign while moving on up had them like i don't think the badge suits me you wanna leave with what you came with better pledge fealty and they still built tolls on that brand new high road then make them skip town no hesitating consistently the sole provider and would've did it for your patience bittersweet when i flew the coup to hades took a sacrament of penance plus some bottom of a bottle honesty to win them over, get the building shaking reaching for untouchable akin to weightless gotta be some sense of irony even alpha and omega saying never need no evidence just make it stick drown them then you sink the ship moral compass 86'd nothing what the prayers did rig it then you make a bid accounting for the rake so don't forget to settle debts on the way out lets hoard scores of opulence and leave whatever's left to the populace

sangria

miles cooke · 1730822400000

memory that fickle bastard. a b-roll of the bitter hours. sat and watched the reruns 'til the spite touched was mitigated. absentee participant. unhinged mostly. sought solace. now it burn through the palm holding rosaries. a charm life is. glimpsed a burnt sky in periphery. been in this exact spot so many times i thought survival. required no accomplices relaying speak no rather jump from motherships than covet them but the aforementioned haunt lost in reprisals so don't you worry bout those cosigns the support will be amoral at best dead on arrival stupid there ain't nothing behind that curtain i aint used to room 101 love lingering party slogan etched into the moments fleeting when i seen her next we both know the reasons two types of sacrifice teetering but a gun pointed at your head will make the speak real easy strange fruit in the sangria going through the motions swinging no meeting of the minds with the forefathers cope and treat the bias like it's surefire a false positive cloned for the optics been delusional with confidence another lone speaker sovereign in the land of milk and honey obligations let the burdens blossom thou shall not kill unless your death will bear us profits levitated when they pulled the ladders up behind them try lock stepping with benign while moving on up had them like i don't think the badge suits me you wanna leave with what you came with better pledge fealty and they still built tolls on that brand new high road then make them skip town no hesitating consistently the sole provider and would've did it for your patience bittersweet when i flew the coup to hades took a sacrament of penance plus some bottom of a bottle honesty to win them over, get the building shaking reaching for untouchable akin to weightless gotta be some sense of irony even alpha and omega saying never need no evidence just make it stick drown them then you sink the ship moral compass 86'd nothing what the prayers did rig it then you make a bid accounting for the rake so don't forget to settle debts on the way out lets hoard scores of opulence and leave whatever's left to the populace

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