Carnige

DECKLARE YOUR CARDS UPON THE ABLE
COME OI' SPIRICE IF YOU HAVE AN ANGEL CALLED FAELOE,
for faith is the coun'ce 'cross in low severy
ace that smile within the wand of dance
or was that wound to dance fox trottive poetry

'wrap your creeks into the remix
speechre your adhesive text'
- met the paper, a flat columbusian world
the roy' of ruins
come black hearts - reign, once again
beggeth ace of spa's of re-fearation
request yourself scarecrow'n grown
put it down to 18 rated shows
and hor'eye greed tig' stripe a prestige right out the steamy window