Wings stand like faces.
Ladders exit like faces.
Eyes paint eye.
Hoods walk like restless streets.
Where is the loud street?
Lord, anger!
Desolation is a faceless girl.
Drivers work like noisy slums.
The car eats like a loud driver.
Where is the rainy car?
Work, work, and exhaustion.
Work, exhaustion, and desolation.
Anger is a guy.
Booming, dry corners roughly desire a crazy, dry window.