It's raining cats & dogs
Frogs on Egypt
Fridge it
The blood is H-O-H
Regard the fringes
On the edge
Feels strange
It blows the horn
So far
Shofar
No Gabriel
It's my turn
That bridges
To bear pain
Without
flinching
The combat
Is to flinch
But every inch
Of deadly stench
That's bleeding from a vein
Is all in vain
And fight is to begin
Within
In a coeur
In a sense
There is no
Distance
But obstacles
And spectacles
So strong
And wrong
Deceive my sense of humor
To tumor
Love
The ashes
From above
Fall
Install it
All and all
No
Trespassing
Please
The (w)hole
You breathe
With the air
And Camembert
Now
If you dare
With a kiss
To be dismissed
And seized
In a wooden chair
Egypt
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