Mr. James Blunt the The Wino singing Moon Landing on the editional stats has done a service like a rat,
the cat & mouse game of the Matrix based on circumstance to Happened is proof of in itself a slap,
to sing on the Ancient tactile belief of Plato The Flame of Unity to the Our Turn of Today,
an Hour to the list in the staged of an Odyssey of yet Apollo on mission timed Bells in Classical Myth,
his tongue has rolled upon the Screens of written by Hell in the vast of done on elder Sites while Monkeying about.
Transfer trite indifference to a Stoic Mind of a Zeal that belief is not necessary for this godless World to tax,
the levy on the Dam is water in the sound of making spinach in the brutality of no muscle just pounds,
in and as much as Blunt has charged the freeze to drink at the bed of failings,
the bed of climb to the porcelain of limes in a Cocktail of violation at basic breeding,
but for a Commoner that is no surprise to the Rare of originally grounded by task to duty!1
Firstly audio additions to the stagger of his drunkard disregard for charcoaled lives,
the bread and bustered of chaining cuffs with a Tablet of links expression to his cusp,
on the edge of every pail on the bucket of discussion is not of any Meet for that would engage Balls.
Cowards are fools tender in this World of fakes to the crowds of agreement that Tank,
troughs filled with goo to the facial of pissed in the production of ripping the cheek from the lip,
a taste in the battering of simply put in Placed on the crown of the Head without a stood.
For Hooded mister blunt has had the treasure vast inking Bacon on the pork for a greater upper Class,
deep divides on the bought off transition at the Fast for beds in the bottle are those corks of opened last,
pop goes the skit to a Timer on the fit Zipped with the slop of gaze to the Cropped,
certainly a Circus at the best a Wire Rickt with brief in guards to brought the pickets bent,
nailing on the Hamper of clothing by the grosse A Pigeon on the language of Cockney in the Vice,
to task himself as Interpretation of that the truth be loud,
for only takes One Hit to make the Ages in the Mast!!
A bulls eye in the Hearth of grands to Mansions on the pill,
swallow all the Wisdom and wake up with a Chill,
throwing belly on the gasp to vomit with sum style laugh,
great are the counter Tells that interview the Craft.
For carrion are always found in any Temple gear,
whether that be a Band or the church of Pier,
dancing to the Which of what in Whom is Common Fair,
is liken to the Duke of duck watts to even blared,
for even on that ever song the barn constants bath,
the extra to the Smoke Signals an Upper lip in dong,
as should the ape be Monkey rack than Jungles are the Social backs that pour the lies to brought,
for in the Finder of the know is buried for embarrassment would mean that stolen dashed at crossed,
example by the Hymn at dawn the Blunt does rhyme with Me Me Me,
and for that simple known mistake Time will be the burns of Baked.
Science in the laboratory of the Study Mine it is not a Matter of but rather on the line,
in dish the Satellites are scene do deliver on the boot,
a proper indication gave is lightening in the root,
then count the seconds in between for Thunder has a bolt,
at the strike of Mid in Knight know Armor has it's chink!!
'Cause the maker on foundation grounds the laws deep fined,
from on the law of Honor the deed is in the Signed,
for as the flowers grows in Means so does the daisy shine,
a hand for Rifle on the month is dare to Open kind,
a simple lost emotion that barks to locked at Fate,
but in the destiny of the World it's more like open Gate!!
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