Tall Mountain perch is the Flats full of Folklore like the light in the Valley of pain,
can that variable on this lone be the bridge to an Owe Zone,
forth to the Evident Tide is the Stretch of that Thousand cries on the Hall of grain,
is the Wood a trembling As I too shake the leaves with a Chill to my skull.
The Width of such Magnitude on the Formal dire is that Treasure the burial of shame??,
is the born to Only dye a Tribe with Paints and handles screamed??,
surely the dirt is Soiled with the gallons Blood to say that bones are Scales roamed,
to talk and snot the Tears as the Failures pull touching the grasp of Humanities royal,
What a disaster in the Chaotic grounds of Earth to the Furthermost Fire!!
There On that is the simple Speak asking does this Burn touched know your Flame??,
pork on the Toes in that Feat of previously per brained,
does the Smashing of the Pound to a Coins Gold invite the sever to the skill of Trekked??,
can the Journey really Fertile the Future of the Past on the Irons Wrath??
Don't the learns and leans have a lens in the browse of death to Sea life gorge??,
is this the ankles of brawn while the Paper is the dowel on the sweaty Coil in last shine??.
Do the Civilizations on these Claws of Civilian dead Not gather to formula an Understanding??,
does the bleeding out fill the skunks Home to stripe the Cat??,
shells on the broken clams scene as the excrement from the Pearling not regarded as stiles,
forward that is a muscle that wheels to the Shark as the deposit is in the bed of a Lambs Wool.
At the Edge of Aspen on the Atlas of the Outer realm is the deed from the ranger of Time??,
in that grant is the dues being Paved to concrete the sands on an Armoire of signed??,
shall the signature Piece puzzle this ridiculed rapture to the dreams of Humans on the stoned??,
in the depth tacking the Heave are the Animals at skidding burned in advance of the Porcupines stung??,
in the House of the Vomiting choired are these Hours on a Multiplied pasture of Fenced to dates??,
coral on the Reefs of Live Rock breathe a Sound from the Whales to the Zedekiah of sigh,
storms of the green have Mossed Up to schooners on the Longs of shoring the bricks of Morseled bane,
thou Wilt of the Prophetic farmers have chewed the scat to burp a slip on the gutters of tongues in Yodel,
that stream Once was a Smiled language`d that Warmed the hearts of Men in the battle of Lost at Sea,
talking the Singing miles sewn with the comfort of the wringing Work to retrieve The wrought,
the Cause on that band showed that the Sword can also be the ear on a brass Pile,
to Thank the Flag for the striking flight but also to supply the equipped with a last Stands rite.
Whatever rang on this Moral dropping of Traditional Roof Tops of forward rowing bends, I ask 'cause the World is in a sync whole of bemoaned ducks Squawking of the often settle but bearing scam,
that conversational Cover to lip the Service as tray File to port the drink with a glass of drownings,
people glugging the perforated sewage as Pearls are sworn to the String on the Nape of sale,
perhaps that is the lesson in A Nut Shells brake,
just before the cracking of the egg it is the delicate filter to the Air of a Sap,
the tree Syrups fountain right before the Tap.