There are stories of landings that came to the place of repairing by Mining,
in the Ancient History shown by and throughout descriptions these molds,
the explanation of birth to the travels of work by creating the lives for score,
with a Cactus approach to that clone cycle for nothing more certainly tremendous gain to the Parkers,
in that application of gold to the scrape the balance left a grand summation of Reality at basis,
for by example The Atmosphere reported failings Mankind brings Dock to the Moves.
Learning that the 'what if's' are in there deed forms of entered bye scenario the Planet arrived,
on the ground of dried pouring Rain by deaths destruction Talking skies in nothing Alien just abstract shun,
again the World throws to the digs no lesson only extracting Quest to guarded burns reviewed,
a timely burrow with no Fluff but Full Blown drawings that are difficult to challenge,
these Walls perform like the Screens unmovable in Global Minds at trapped,
grained to the production of a fossil expiration that Truth banks to Wise in leaves,
so hear is a scramble on the egged framed thought that History is a pot of sewage being caught.
Why is there not any particular value in not proving the Facts a oppose to propagating dogma at if,
in tact of said Revelations declares extremes on percents to populations by rent,
as the clay is to collected to much formula of Casting Mold than thy hand is the Act of at peel,
should the dirt thrown today on Tweets desire dropping abbreviates to Express thereby a Train,
inking not a shell for the carve is not Action Herod on the Napoleon of an Is not a blinding did,
won fame in books of chained as the World Wars shout at the Top of dead to save.
Bark on the tree sleeves now a cell phone connection is mirror to Creation at evolutions stead,
problematic in belief as Humanity blares the links with know balance for now it is not One but Millions at go,
as the Cross to the Christians for Century Multiples has sacked Christ as the duke of lords by gods,
in the nailing of the Spear to the rise of the fear on the Thief's in by Charge the bomb,
on the side of only a singular death for the chain to release A Twist of Fate,
for all populous is quick to say that if you kill that one person and it will save all of Mankind do it,
what if the Flip was not just the Earth wobbling at a Polar Axis to expression of flush,
what if it is now Millions of people in that wonderful movie of the Hollywood clutch ergo dutched.
Should the gates of volunteers be not but One but fall to the Masses would the will plate dedication,
will the billions on the ridge decide that indeed the overpopulation on the Earths mound is rut,
will in that reality billions step to the Meteor of Impact with the decision as the gaze over the Worlds View from Space,
the movie of deep impact to the Bruce Willis industrial Mine produced the Shelf talking spot now Feet.
Could the constant tracking of phone dials to handle machines of shop be not monitored that is a given,
could the cent dollar driven on know shifting Mars to the sync of hit per land purse born,
a revolutionary symptom of whom is who's Wares to technical cave-in at digging Out,
a sordid campaign that not one person foresees as the back Tech to the speed of the next device,
the computer of tremendous growth to the majority of Users in consumer steering wrote,
in duck duck goose the Maypole route to aware the Eight at shout of The Ninth Gate Classical Look!!
But of course that cannot be,
for that would not be a what if slammer at the International Festival of The living Life Guards,
just a confirmed Sleeper rated 'X' for the Wheel of The Shades.
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