(love's deadfall; the Cops do love Her2LockHim UP)

 Impulse and the sin of sacrifice

(love's deadfall; the Cops do love Her2LockHim

UP). Thus busted jailed impaled for TheGift

that should have been a cig NOT bloodlet gig.

Why did I look I should not look (when Booked

I thought of that; that thought again the sin

of virtue of NeverEverEnd to war for ye again). . .

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