A CONCEPTUAL CIRCUS IBD

Sinopse

TRANSFIGURATION I would expect nothing less. Carry your sword, my prophetess. Obstinate contumacy training. Find the objective that is more draining. More strenuous tasks will make you grow. Pain upon you I bestow. I?ll take it all and nothing less. I claim it back, I repossess. Tip the scale, Turn it over. Mark the unused, What?s leftover. The main part no longer exists, Despite the reduction, it persists. Continued movement, A quest for traction. An opposite and negative reaction. Hex induced metamorphosis, Reoccur once again for us. Physically and internally hanging. The process of rearranging. The alteration was so fitting. Now they?re pausing, They?re intermitting. In reaffirming the causation, Keep kempt, and maintain your original explanation. Wear our serpent prophetess, Prior to you was profitless. The soil was sown with no reaping. Tear our hearts out for your keeping. Beyond the boundaries of what is permitted. Reward me for the sins I?ve committed. My acts were bold, Caress my flesh. I give it all and nothing less. The facsimile will shudder. Express what it is I utter. Amidst psychos and others. Among psychos and others. Live with vigor, Efficiently transfigure. Disfigure, Change his figure. Make it so, Mark the torso. Undergo, Nock the torso. Let it grow, Open the torso. Let him know, Carve the torso. Mark the torso. Undergo, Nock the torso. Let it grow, Open the torso. Let him know,