Tank your banter to the Barter of the trade of the Human Race that is ruin,
in the tumbler of type and caste it is the Class of education to speech,
with a strong concordance of diction the College of degree is growing,
as hot are the boils on the frogs of the stool in that measure not the burn,
for as the rise of Counter beach is in the ground a sand of the greatest Tell.
Perhaps on the forgotten in the laps of a said is the scene of a done in the grit,
on that my best friend dig Hang himself on the lumber of the rope that Noose,
in the tightening of the wrench of language of the branch a bow did not break it killed,
for shall the memory of bathroom style peat mow the vernacular with dark blanks a death will occur,
to this in the necessary of my communique I speak to no delight of reality that bill.
For on the plight of kids on the view to the task of one leg at one time with comprehension of dress,
as the shadow of a terror on the fight of a life it is all the steady that barks to the dyke,
in the thumb on the hand a finger to the made at erase of the application a proper held the pace,
to know of the Sentence that broke the Mind in balance I state that language is a bite,
bit to the snaffle understand the Curb a side of the walk to the act of the start,
in every born a set of simple order that inhabits what is done by doing what is better.
Trace the tunnel vice to the perfect even lighter Blunt is of spanked on the open letter,
to tack the saddle with a grip and throw off all the shite touch nothing to feel the anger is revealing,
not Won but rather a feather of the bird to be of Wares in the kingdom announcing Classic corn,
the Cab of the price did pay the toll at dice now be the Fare to drive a stair and Mount the fee,
a bridge built by words that sings to sake of table will spill a pitch of syrup as glue will super,
the gap between the watch of keep is wound on mental pace in state a singular to sheer`d.
Ship the lanes as news to brain in that the system cables,
written by a sponge of scrub is wiping up the Mess haul,
in that I say that Eden knew of a shackled bile.
Pail taste to eat the face in found than what stills the bring is arrow,
the construct form of number torn is with the move of dance a storm,
rounds to the Tornado a chilling instant froze,
more to second on the hour of the drum to handle,
cope and blink the coat of rink is skating on the ice of creed,
for crown the Crest with shoulder Vest the odd at see is bangle.
A bracelet not a leather laced in braided to the bunion,
working it out to open loud the gambles on the handle,
in dialing of the calculate do the easy and call it mode,
the most of shoes is buckle too as any strings the Able`d.