G is for Gain

For by the fantasy of singers
Stabbed, clubbed, poisoned and drowned,
By the consistency of the soup,
Ten thousand strong belief in a doubt.
The keys to the damnation of distances,
Warped, wicked and word
                                          For by these

Tingle task-room tearings: picture of a dove,
The warlocks of a witch! Beings of possess
What drove them there? What power tests its way?
Electrocuted by the birth, the faithful and a floss.

For bye these fallacy of single puffs
The wholesomeness of whores
And rascality of a runt, the rustle that hustles.