All whom are of Interest touch the Ancients in walls of Verse to the textile reality of Truth,
in oxygen the breadth of death by proxy known to the spacial recognition of inhaling decomposed,
the Tree to the Plant of expresses the lungs to Breathe,
in twitch understanding the Vast divide of Scrambled on the Tribes,
Clans to Pharaohs cats to Sphinx the World to knowing the Upside down to the Beans,
gross are the prophets to Telling the Scene in the blood of the drink to the eats,
hearts on exposure of the Chest in the cut that Taste of the brain in the basic of such,
ask the Singer so blunt apropos for the Name in the Venue and the barf by the dose,
Plato to the firm of ground by the Sea,
cost to the table by the Setting of the lead,
salt tasking Shoulders as the chills do birth the Spine,
jars in the dirt to Organ Grinders crimed.
Pull know stops ask Halt at X for the sky is the Turns,
grids to Stars the sample bars the recordings on the Urn,
ash to smoke to vote the subject as Volunteer is best in rub it,
For on the vocabulary of the simple in the eyes of those that dimple,
smiles are the mirrors of sharks that understand these complex plans,
to have been and to know that I am The Child of the Guild,
Shall the force be in the toe that piggies for the Sow,
yet on the Atlas of the grasp the Tower said it Lo!!,
should the being be brought by lean in Voluntary keep,
than The Replacement shells the Clam that pearls for the Aisles Span,
the execution of such book to Also for the Chaos hook is baits to baskets crammed,
Since the value is to measure and not be of the Hatch,
the hasp atop the bahut wrought is lockers in the slant,
a combination with a Spin spoke of dolphins on the lend,
Seals barking from the shore to settle in a swim,
the danger from the brought to Come is patience for the slung,
priestly duties as the sake inks of alters for the shakes,
The poop deck on the can knew spread of Times in Ages of the Fed,
Stops to create the bercut Face of recognize the Energy Race,
press to sprain the stains of bled are curtains to the blinking shed,
bodily organs or the flesh is yet the food of all the rest,
tanks of trough to guidance Maut the Anchor on the Moon in Shot,
Settle your command of prey to know that each does have a day,
with shallow fills the rain still smells long before the Scent of kills,
so 666 is a number and this I know the dialing calls well deeply in my seated,
All Caps
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