Lady! A Man if Good Needs Die for You

 


Dead fall this Fall;
The GreatNoPossible PossiblyFellThrough--
well worth, so worthy so NothngNew
when you ask and I tell WhatTheHell
Does Immolation me-do.

For a good cause she killed me
such a thrill when she killed me
the bullet went in where sin
spat a few drops and in term outcome baby.
Lady! A Man if Good needs die for You
down down the Hole spilt
with naught ado.

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