The Irony Of A Singers Surf

The connection of the World will not worry The Flame for as the flicker is a gentle breezed lead,

the Worlds fall into a deep slumber beneath the spear of the dead on their plunder acts seed,

in the ripe of the pickings at the garden of prose a tree will supply the apply of at sigh,

the branches shall swing free of the curse as the Animals saunter to specially nursed,

a stone tablet appears to written in ore on the granite of status the words offer core,

in the social refusal to mead a drink for the honey in the comb of the Trees on the think,

at the forest of Temple the Churches will close for no longer people to fees on the deeds.

Start by brought the about on the fast the quicken of light to the head shoulders Tripe,

in on of the first to that touch of the Fire an element riches with outer realms wired,

in task at the same the witness of dream Testify a grown on the pew of his pleat,

dressed for the Army in troops that did say Gains for the factors lives are still laid,

turned to the global by scene of a did that in the vast boil was boiling lived,

onward to stage venue it is the freeze for the melt it became out of pleased,

than in the bluster of operatic day a Singer in contract did Contract the Paid,

before that you New it to known in the shore as the sand on the concrete did stub the big door,

a block maker found that the Pyramid sound was in the most likely of places at Pound,

within the deep Tell it talked like a Town better the letter as the text ran text Dan.

Tile in mortals the paste was to stay but than a great Thunder shook from be Neat,

on the Tale of religions which was the declare The Cipher was breaking it looked like a feat,

set in the Tow of Moss on the Style a brick for the mortar the bark was of Order,

grace held the trouble for that is a court for worry on worry the Worry of sport,

than this day just placed Meant like spin Spooling not thread but desired at binned,

in the trash of the waste a big clam at say does the read cycle go brighter Won prey,

sure in the violence of putting it stand but should you embrace the land not the slam,

in that the chorus was ruckus to Here for neither did louder but the Purpose was Seer!!

So there abouts on the flavor of Taste the one that did speak said Salts are the base,

in the faction of Pine a Tree Redwoods chase a circular shape that trunked the big race,

a soil that fertilized with only a Smile said throw down your frown and be me for a while,

in the exchange from the dirt to the face Humans be grand the kill at the gate was as easy as raped,

one for the dollar to saved to dazed than it did add Ten by twenty per laced,

the heavy of loaded just chained Religions to score behaving with barter to Peckers that soar,

on the dig flight an Arrow did shore for the Ion shed Aeon in exploring adored,

down on the landing the wheels walked Feet one step from Man and the other for Seek.