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Let me put you up on donuts
Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms
Mostly it was aggravated over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or bane?
Hm, late after your cinderella and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a florescent heaven
With
I know yum
Whether ache or fever
Keep the cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the company of believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the features
Now the yeast, a in the partially hydrogenated
Equal parts flower, faith,
Might replace previously nominated jesus
But only if you privy to the secret of all secrets

Shh, night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get god back
If you're just in, walk into the light

I boil oil too, not for
For CCs of innovation that screech into free parking
Purple heart and 2nd that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
You can chew the in cruller form
Locally a seedy underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, for canola
5 cow like a mime with a rope going nowhere
Fast, hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over with folk of cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, c-section, bronze teeth
progressively more sequestered
Yet if threatened defend the rasin bread as codefendants
lose religion or view it as superstition
You can tell a friend ifyou are down to kill

Shh, every night at 12 would march out from the back
With a tray of raw for the pool of hot fat
up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers over arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden
And stagger through the pulse ofthe gulch on a dividends
Hiding high behind his guilty fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, feeling a little dicey
I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes
Might, up your favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron
Who compromise the pilot lights and
night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a amen?
AMEN, hazelnut of the lost,
consecutive pastries like stations of the cross
No name no
Know the folk where it virgin toast by the loaf
bob

Shh, every night at 12 they march out from the back
With a tray of raw for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get god back
If you're just tuning in, into the light