exact syllable matches

fresh

air for five years

 

air force pilot

never

care, so I win

been

dead for nine years

a society

dead or dying

to

death for, like, nothing

set the wild

echoes flying

the and

endorsed by the

more speech, not

enforced silence

 

EST, those type of things

that demon, and

exorcise it

in balancing rising

export prices

working with a

fellow scientist

hands of my

fellow Titans

best

friends for nine years

gonna

get for my trouble

to

get so riled up

we will

get your guidance

did you

pass and

get your license

Now

get your rifles

 

hell no, I'm fucked up

and I am

henceforth silent

is

left for pride, thus

faire

les gros titres

 

let go by the run

 

let's go find some hints

 

Let's go, my loves

all

men for fighting

 

Menno Simons

you've

messed your life up

 

narrow minded

the cowardly and the

narrow-minded

Example of a

Penrose tiling

bats for

pets, or vice-versa

evidence and

prayer for guidance

vision

quest, for five years

 

Read your Bible

not

read, more like heard

 

Retro virus

 

Retro viruses

when we

said no crying

Company

says no riders

to

send forth my word

the specific art-

sense for writing

I

set for my work

Rhode Island Originally

spelled Rode-Island

to

spend your life with

borders for

strength or guidance

 

Taro Island

production of

tears, or crying

Girls,

tend your fires

a

test for my love

can't recognize

their own bias

blind to

their own blindness

about

their own giant butts

what

their own kind is

laws to

their own license

compromise to

their own liking

confidence in

their own righteousness

reason of

their own violence

from hating

their own whiteness

no trading

them for fireworks

land-deeds give

them no title

 

Then go find Him

lived

there for 5 years

in

there for 9 years

was

there for five months

be

there for my son

 

Therefore, I love it

 

There's no crying

 

there's no fire

break down

there's no science

 

There's your title

I mean,

they're born liars

screwup and

they're both fired

 

They're both sciences

 

They're Co-Riots

 

verso libre

it

well, so I wondered

you

when your time comes

tunneling

where no light comes

is

where your life is

 

Where's your license

 

Where's your rifle, Prince

her broom,And

where's your spider

A

yellow diamond

elegance that is,

even yelled at

Yellow Diamond

A big

yellow spider

goofy, and

yet so likable

with 1 extra syllable

my

boyfriend don't mind it

my

boyfriend or my lover

I

commend your violence

tricks to

defend your clients

of school,

except for writing

 

Mordred bore my sins

saving

myself for my husband

to

myself or my son

into

nowhere for five years

mine is

perfect for hiding

 

Perfect for night surfing

You

prepare your rifle

which are

prepared for violence

 

protect your eyes from it

the greatest

respect for fire

 

respect those kind of things

John

Romero I love her

 

Select your viands

by

themselves or by others

 

tiempo libre