Some More Unorganized Rhymes

Pray, slay, flake
Pray, slay, flake
Pray, slay, flake blade
Pray, slay, flake blades Glade blazes
Played delays a clay state
This place lays
A Saint saves what this face evades
Just to paint for days in the rain of pain
And the days fade in the brains terrain
Never say his name in vain and lately
I’ve been thinking of changing lane
Still busy chasing lames
I just go home to lay and pray
But I just stay and contemplate what this insane may arrange
Trying to show range in what the Lord‘s caves remain
Daisies where a near lake begins to decay
Crazy I like to take this plane in a crane
Lazy I never maintain a steady gain
Instead, I tame my main dame
Which is a shame with the way she always throws shade
A snake slitherin’ through my gate
Crate filled with a very toxic trait
Intoxicate the area wave, I’ll skate
Trains can be detained
Grenades your best game