Ever wonder what is the sound of a cynic being borne?
Knot Sound: Owed to the Sound of a Cynic Being Borne
When an angel gets their wings
A bell rings
You may have been tolled
Sow harmless in a sense
I am
At a loss
As another chide of God
Won over
Buy sum bankrupt sediment
Con tending
Buy awe rights
What you due
Doesn’t madder
How might this be
The farther of anything sound
What kind of adore
Goes bust
In efface of
That udder most silent
That small
Still
Voice
What sound
Be made
Sow precarious a ledge
Per chance
The clanging of false profits
Posedly moving
From idealism to I-deal-ism
When in realty
More like arsonists
Lighting a fuse
Using
The Bailey wick of wise guise
As if
Riddled with truth
A company the stupe-faction
When sound is knot sound
And the applausibility
Is won hand clapping
