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.