exact syllable matches

You

act with your soul

for

and is short for

girls,

and it's so gross

short

and quid pro quo

Go

thou

and sin no more

turns

and sprints for goal

I have the

antidote for

hearts,

as is your wont

sure

as shit don't know

private jets,

asking for more

take karate

at his dojo

beggar

at his own door

roller coaster

at Willow Grove

the

branch will hold for

you

can pick your nose

soul

can sting no more

you

can't give no more

I

can't gives no more

beyond simply

casting your vote

See -

cratic for more

without forever

damning your soul

power of the

fascist cohorts

flip it,

gas, nitro, go

it

had been for Jones

there

had been no war

It

has been foretold

imperative

which

has its own forms

would

have been no war

positions who

have been pro-war

affection

have been your own

you

have is your sword

always

have its own form

plantain tree,

having no core

this

lab is for show

ascribed to

man is Logos

separate,

man is no more

shoes,

patch his own cloak

right

path with your show

big

plank in your own

I'd start

planning for both

friends

shall sing no more

fantasize about

slashing your throat

as Portuguese and

Spanish gordo

See

spastic for more

can't

stand it no more

 

tatt til orde for

God

than is your own

one

that fears no war

And

that is no JOKE

 

That is so gross

 

That is your oath

so

that it flows forth

creature

that kills for sport

with 1 extra syllable

or even

ceramic or stone

Really long and

dramatic logos

right, we

examine both jokes

kind of a

some sort of

galactic yo-yo

legitimate Dutch or

Germanic folklore

A

gigantic solo

with 2 extra syllables

Z is a

demographic cohort

from the

geographic North Pole

an

unabashed quid pro quo

he

understands this no more