Read read the vocal bleeds,
the veins of whom could Lead.
The bones not in the ground,
stand tall to know it's Call.
Strength derived from tougher times,
my birth was a mistake.
With nothing more than being bore,
this slave was used to trash abuse,
my Crown the Lid of deuce.
The bank did hold my concrete mold,
a basement stare to open blare,
belief is held know fare.
In subtraction of distract,
to run the more off course,
first it's sad, second unhappy and thirdly known retorts.
Back and Forth to Up and Down,
reverse the ever always found,
to not be in the knowing loud,
of Person, Place or Roar.
When stands are made from what's been caved,
than distance views to gloat,
with performance that issue's health,
the good is shot with down the belt.
Randomness would think a nest,
best thought to ink the stinging sink,
the breadth of what is stood.
Killer instincts from times on mortared,
plain sight brought different light.
To be or see a point of view,
would bring the front and horror ensued.
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