I
Promises are yet unripe.
Trumpets and cymbals from callous pimps
Across the desert reach our aching ears
Night and morn bring forth silhouettes of
Inebriated masquerades armed with whips adorned with
Thorns.
What’s more, their breaths are stale.
......
I
Promises are yet unripe.
Trumpets and cymbals from callous pimps
Across the desert reach our aching ears
Night and morn bring forth silhouettes of
Inebriated masquerades armed with whips adorned with
Thorns.
What’s more, their breaths are stale.
......