Hereafter

Yesterday is History today is presence tomorrow it all wrapped up in the mystery of,

on the base of the cool to the chills on the bumps those Classical Prints to the blast,

on the wash of the sense to the drink of I got thanks for the barrel the Rifle was lust,

to tales on Malice in the system of grown Theirs is the past my is The Zones,

chart the Scot to the Kilt and the pin as the under dress drops to the Sake of the best!!

Uniform on note to Tank of the graph Whom needs a Title is the teller of crops,

march with the Strap as the ankle in dow for the Owner of the self is a teacher for the felt,

in the guts of the belly on the chatter to the Tell makes bakery of laughter and life in Hell.

Chant if you want to prey to the spread call upon demons and angels of fled,

in the flights of the crane to the landings of the lane Inking turmoil for the Vortex,

on the grazed pasture led a funnel in the fright Banking to the brush is coinage in Thrush!!

Sing to the barrel Pickle on the marrow Rich in the bread is the Yeast of the rise,

on the City of The Dead the lines are in the Read,

flags that checkered Wrath are nothing to that path!!

Down in the pour of Pitchers in the More,

starch to the mouth for the dries are on the byes,

ground in the thick of the sticky and the miffed,

grapes to the ripe in the Pickers on the fight!!

Bus the Menu to the Upper in the lip,

serving Punch and Passports to sicker in the Flu,

illness from that portion of gruel atop the fudge,

sugar to the Candy and wrench to the lug!!

Gears that Auto mechanic with a Write,

in the stream of the Known to the timbering of shite,

bake in the Credits as runners on the spite,

for the father of Mother in evolutions is The Lite!!

Bic Moors