Twilight Property

Onslaught, i piety that ail
On droughts in our fear
Crazy for gripe of our graze to your no end
And to brae your arm
Craze on high
This was a brave new world i told
Told you 'bout cries in dying
«i wasn’t like you» was my only pain
Braid your heart west to the ear
This crunch of hope
You are never only pale
And of horses was your call
And how easy is your pain?
All i have ill dream of you again
And your hills opened whole
Saddened id have holes begot
And the false was every one
That’s my own
Always a pose i had
Through a pain 'cause you pay
And holes my trap
Days past one last face
Crazy says our marrow
May he come
On a 'morrow