bullets in We've all got a game to play And we all want to win The world blows so cold Around scores of concrete plinths In the metropolis we live in Stand »
Demolition Men Anthem
by Toyah
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on a plinth
Pool of alabaster limbs
Into my arms,
so that I might have my place
Although the crutch may just
serve to dull the only blade
That you »
Nightwatchmen Bloodless Coup
by Bell X1
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plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs »
Twisting Further Nails Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
by Cradle of Filth
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plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs »
The Twisted Nails of Faith Cruelty and the Beast
by Cradle of Filth
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of plinths where Midian lies
Midian
Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime »
Tortured Soul Asylum Midian
by Cradle of Filth
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why lire, imprimés à l'envers,
Les échos, les petits potins, les faits divers.
Et si vous entendez sourdre, à travers les plinthes
do boudoir de »
Le Bulletin de Santé Le Gorilles [Virgin France]
by Georges Brassens
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |