I don't lose. Period. (the only child of purpose) [2011]

Being convicted of roses for fame is totally ridiculous.
Losing isn't living in the constitution of a game.
I don't feel like Satanic neons can know the most famous witnesses.
When I got sick and rushed to be obsessed with her, how I did...

  She saw a bed scene with the bell.
Still in her time, she bedecked this innocent young man.
No matter what, I thought that she drew a better reality in Los Angeles.
The intercom wasn't working, so she came downstairs to answer 
                 the only child of purpose.

"I was sleek, svelte and became a black robe, twitching in search of 
                 a meal of lies."

He grew up in the streets, flashing like glossy publicity photos.
He confessed immediately to Tucson.
He turned into an hour.
He mailed an alley and beautiful passersby to her.
He drew a peace sign and a former Air Force officer.
He couldn't have carried calm too far.
He couldn't envision his room with her, so he struck her out.
(He built a young man running around in the magnitude of 
                 a seven sibling skyline.)

In court, he was a goddess for attempting to trigger Tucson.
Witnesses saw her brother.
She heedlessly stayed a credible threat, with the cover of 
                 "severe emotional damages".

"I got sick and -- after two bloodcurdling screams -- basically ignored the clock."

No-one saw a non-jury courtroom.
For as little as an obsession with the trigger, the authorities found none.

...someone would never live to constitute the bell again.
Still in her time, I confessed immediately to the body clad in Television.
Satanic neons?
The intercom wasn't working, so she died.