Oh: even when you run to the South of the city: there is danger!
For the North of the city shall enlarge and renew its CLAIM onto you
And the blonde lionesses with their leather-pleated dresses
Are in a state of shock and wonder,
For the messianic complex has settled upon your forehead
As the lion does leap up the dew.
Preacher's at a cold wedding,
PREACHER'S AT A STREET WEDDING,
Laying down the shroud-like bedding:
But do you really love this place?
And your penchant for d** shall ensure that you will always
Love this place,
And your penchant for d** shall surely end in something close to ruinous
You don't need Ca**andra to gaze over the edge
Deep-boned readers and community leaders all notice the stumble in your gait,
Do you really love this place?
You don't need Ca**andra to gaze over the edge,
But you do need to get yourself out of the doom of this zone;
For there is nothing mystic or storytelling about this zone.