A Tiny Tide He Was
Slipping from this flesh it's bones as blood
Nothing and nobody His child, within her world
Of glamour, glitter, super stars and fame; power games
Ancient gladiators their off spring these red carpet queens ivory table
Kings vote for me ? Phantasmagoria's, kaleidoscopic dreams Pluto's papacy
Pandora's pallbearers trip wire caskets bring it on, krimson kong: lightning strikes....
The blink of an eye; crumbling towers with your power black roses bloom in blue carousel pews.
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