In constant of the words in use,
the sentence composed themes,
to rough the sketch of drawn to met,
an arbitrary life.
Motion vein the blood in flow,
a muscular return,
from a scribble enter rote,
the time is put to yarn.
The nightingale scripts go forth,
put place the Moon is strong,
the affect of the Sun to shown,
each eve be comes to stet.
Treasured box Pandora 'ing,
to the duce so mood,
equate the facts that past in fracked,
the spoils 'Our' the water black.
Turned cold to bittered chilling fright,
a Country mine has know insight,
orders 'destroy' common stood,
eminence replaced for quicker states.
To now I've spoken care in tongue,
the twist develops rote for strung,
that farther flight from a good right,
greets harder gifts with verbal lips.
Sight with Self often held,
be ware of the Bee Hive's Nest,
the sting so filled an Inking skill,
that lift invites the red out scry,
perfection whipping blight.
Zoo let loose to voracious loot,
Mind's port entry the elbow shoot,
as fresh dish served each wish,
the dreams are terrors that flood from niche.
Hovering Self takes off as well,
memory strokes the grossed it coast,
digits pumping keys by wrote,
information seized so bloat,
the critter of the crossed.
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