HYDE
Miss Chiefs mischiefs in unholy wholey robes of unrighteous day-twin complexion. The dawn break eves to glaring glow, bright of unquavered mysteries uncovering the hollow tunes of moon sung secretes embraced during the fall of sleepy nights. *DarkFlashLights Miss Chiefs mischiefs good evil tales foretold at fall - told in clocked spiral gaze of melancholic beaked owl. The wind betrayals of stench vitals red of murder - blood even in day-twin cover. Whisper Whisper Owls to ravens Raven to parrots Winds to pinna Blue and red synchronises Blacked Ops to the rescue geolocated by vultured dots. *DarkFlashLights Today, Miss Chiefs mischief in royal ambience adorned in golds and wealthy graves of bleeding deads Today, Miss Chiefs mischief in royal ambience adorned in golds and wealthy poverty of a sweating populace. Unsung wind listened secretes to trumpet tunes at dawn. "No hiding place for the wicked!..." ..... 🕊 - Cal