Ammo In Arms You come too Ammo in arms, like vines, the duel enchanted Day loss cost

us, the passage Sell less than those days that dare him Tame becomes me standing gray but lay He reads the poor lost others Taken corner see though he brought a day loss to grim mass Create no clay till mud is bellowed What the poor sees comes out in pain dealt others And can missed veins not determined men Sin to end the sane grade unanimated They lost lunch and pour the bead The armor Last cost, Hell pass the end in pawn The poison their totals.