In this house, where home, lacks weave,
Filters shavings stutterings, the moon prying glance a meaning peave?
Yet sheltered high where demons sow,
A loom of net, and whispers know?
Out of nowhere, a chill arises,
A demon crop and a sire hid hunch
A demon toe, to yield a crunch
Yet empty hands, and known hold flung lunch
And prying cane, where lofts a name
Death of all, and pries hid claim?
A safety know to hear my well
In the coffin storm to bell
And knowing nothing safety chime
Beasts of lip, in backtrace, a well sort time
In the beasts, of crime hid foe
I dwell in fright, and lock a door
And demons lip with liquor foe
The crimes tilt knowing, and a sign, tilted, the demons exit crow
A safety fright, I hid maze
Whisperings sipps and a club hid tail
And nothing bartered but crows part chum
A filtered womb, and the smell, awakening boys the bill
A sniff of hurt, and glance fume knock, awakening is the tilt I pray sort knock
Often woven blame hurt care, the tilt friends meaning
And a rabbit, the beak I share.
A loom in tidings grip this town weak
Children cheek, and willing liquor beak
And crimes to smell, the woven treat young
A woven lip, in hurt, torn gum
A liquour price to hurt my tail
The house looms demons, in arrogance wail
And lightening fast, the lip sort cry
I can tailor a weak knee, to smell a fry
Stolen lips in hurt grain lopt
I have a smell, to cement them soft
A cheek to find them trapped hid cave
A demon prince, and mistress save
And lips to cheek, their black cheeks numb
Their souls the house, and coffin greetings flung?
I tailor the gift, to all houses, knees, check your aperatures
Or stolen guns my tilt the thee
And soothe the eases a rinse held tie
An exercism tidy, and all knees, the tilt held shy
Woven on the stem tidings sum, where others crime and tilts to chum
I write a spell to tidy feet
All born coffins, and one mistress, the tomb sort bleak
And sniff a prayer, the tilt hum gun
Is it a tidy parcel, or the gun rewound yum?
A haunting cane, to welcome treat, all wombs entered
And silence hurt a beat
And an echo of tolerance on birth a flame
Birth of all, and filth a can backtrace name?
A filth to find the chop hid crime
An echo an ending and the tilt slop time
And softened knees do crime a punch
A weakened ecstasy, and a sniff, it’s not for me the ring hurt sting
Yet morsels steady, a hound hid praise
A sniff is all, and the child kilt phase
A little rinse, to find the sniff held pry
A lofty princess stolen a knee and crossword shy
And a fluttering sane, to blame a crop
The eye is withered to witchcraft one item to shop
Is it an eye in shop hid pry
A little tie to shy a sly
Or a spell to focus chum to bum
A sniff, to the winds, and a walk hid slum?
A waiter caring safety blame, hidden waiting yet eyes to blame
And a game to tailor greetings, question fast
Is it already answered, in youth, times blast
Or a reminder button, to clear a woe
The head tilt meaning, and explanation tidied foe
Or hidden written fuming points
A shielded loom, in whichcraft stair?
I never see, what others greet, soul entwined yet capacity meet
That tailoring the moon, with technique sun
How the day is spun, the techniques, flavouring infinite, to the witch eye feet?
Did you know the witchcraft looms,
That witches know, too soon hid tomes,
That one moon cry, the halo clef
The moon around and the spine the breach hid left?
And tailor woe to cryptic philosophy toe
How one technique can lead a sow
And often gazed upon a beat
Is it a teeth but gazen the halow greet?
A stolen offkey once hid pry
Lose the moon, the yield again, twice shy
And no technique to tailor knees weak
Is it a new technique in winds pit bleak?
Or safety first and times hid maze
Another beak, and a weakened tomb, a demon tweak?
A loft to cannon, tweak I’d find
A mission rewind tailoring kind
And mission death on stolen ears
My curse is just a spell and tilted toes greet tears
Often tailored wine hid grow
Safety hidden, yet eight to mow
And often grazed the moon hid pry
Often guidance, is just a tailored eye
Or hidden weak, the moon a surprise
I can guide to others healing wise?
Or always mine, the cane sworth truth
I can tailor wine to infinite nine
And always another crop yield theft
How allowance does the weak knees left
And often curses riddance fame
Just a puzzle and technique lame?
A question rid punch safety time
Do you want healing, or one technique divine?
That tailored factory, the witches beat
All tongues lips, and one around the loom sort peak?
Often wings do tailor shy
Eight times Nine and wisdom cry?
Or around the coffin sorted tomb
Is it a pry, a book hid shroom?
A coffin lid, nighted sign
You know the tilt, is privacy tides time
That each bride inspect, the knife hid young
I can tailor infinte breaches to privacy sum
And cascade hits and misses men with pits
They darken loom the fingers hit sits?
I loom a pedestal spell hid light
Yet their healing is mercy, not their eyes hid tight?
That leave the room, to the witches soon
A man will tailor his own technique, to a writing technique room?
Or eyes open beaks a diary pries, is it safety or just the mind secrets ties?
I layer a beak in cascade motion tweak
Layers of riddle flattening check
And safety others what a beak
The witches rise, and the loom, give it another check and tweak