Faces of Death

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