Agendath
2-1-19
Almost always well being
Creeping in on those used to the trouble
In the days where sugar was her expletive
Down on Molesworth Street strange
Not to see her standing there
Going back to my own factors
As her whistle blows and plenty of promises to make up my day
Confronting dreams of my arch-enemy angry with me because he loves me
As spies bunched together as I feel its slack fold stepping in from the cold
It never gets old unfolding our Agendath kill doing the math of this sweet wrath
Or Roy-all joy.....
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