The truth within the ability to have had the patience in training via the born breathing creative movement,
the grace is the line from the cycle of the rares to the alarm of the Siren in the Vast very quicks,
flaming fires ignite a World spun with lies to cover the lids of the brains through open sighted laids.
Force the precepts back reverse the spinning age verse wonder shall produce the muscle to a trades,
hi will be the first approach to greet the coming wars in soaked grandiose stanza toast the bred leads,
walking whilst Humanity prefers to lie to changing skies as the glacier melting freeze puts salt upon the Rose.
Pepper in the terrified spark the Fear with stones in threat challenging to any life that lives with no regret,
email your best in friends tearing catch to the lend balanced in the blood of send treasure is a lark.
Lucky better than the Goods for impulse drives the word to know before the future fry in stood,
forbid the event right the wronged as sentence structure is extreme in songed the deaths that get so strong.
Now religions don't belong that stole the Vedas in a Blind attempting to inhabit still by immortality in killed,
eat your food gag that wafer soil is the better paper as the Feat is Wells in Ross singing Russell thronged.
Ship the Vat to the Pope ask him if he Kneeds sum soap to evidence of to just cope with all the lives in go,
onward forwarding March the skip to a Records Vinyl slip playing backwards in reverse a Hot Hotel,
California Sunshine degree in Sun bathing in the lovely heat as the Rain is in the Wind blowing deeds.
Golden Gate Park Museum sodded roof with mossy gleaning cross the Courtyard with the Trees,
in the Bandstand find a Bench missing for the Fountains Sake point to taken is the Leaky swing.
Squirrel Marty to the Crow in Salem at the Hoe down to the Market a T at end is this Left or Rite in Kin,
traveling burrs the to Christians Verb admit the Theft and feel the Earth you kill with your belief,
all for the Coins that Dollar Out as the Gold is in the Pouch but it melts 'cause you are Prouds.
As I am full of pride as well for I did make it through your Hell however Heaven fell to Urns that choke,
no notice given just saw in do the fright I felt should have been you yet in the happened not One did stew,
for in the view of you're insane my guts are ill I bark your name ask the buried in the Courts.
Every day it is just a hammer nailing in another pay to over tax a simple state of the peace in achieved,
each moment is a brand new claim pressures end up all the same raising nothing but it's gain,
for not One person could in repeat bring such horror into their seat as life is puzzled pieces fit perfectly.
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