The born to that sky in stars on the outer wealth of entry to pause of the footprints stream,
rocks on the pebble to shore the sands on the stature of the wave hugging the tides Chart,
as the the sun is a friend touch the Moons embrace on the Evening of the splendid port,
shades to that the speaking of sigh,
lens talking on the steady enter of the horizon,
a day in the said,
it is reality of the barn in a stable,
the ground that Humanity puts Feat to Know of the Breadth in the Galaxy,
a Universe shy to best the ease of Wow look at that Planet on its text.
Streaming Mountains by Valley's bridge to understand Walking,
a colorful Rainbow to enhance the clay,
drawing the Maps of pole,
hands on difference to Walls placed to being found,
loving the water on a the salts to say that shipping has lanes!!
Time coming gently to enjoy the ability to Voice a station on the prime Number,
in its foundation of rein the write on a life in the decision took to key,
as the history shepherd on a tough grown it was the Bell on the Whistle of tone,
the mind to that thought,
no theory just a fact,
it is the honest of a day,
a provision to piece the puzzle to a riddle played.
Solve vent with the Volcano style of steady as it tells of an Exploding theme on the grow,
stretching the spoke to reach the Ocean on land over Sail to procure note on the move,
dawn is the beauty of lights,
eyes are the provisions,
hands the key,
speak the turns,
delivery just a Means of shored,
all in the nature of a beautiful grain.
For without the person on the record it is left to wonder,
is the rise to thunder or Rein on what shades a storm,
that tend to a value of measure,
the purpose put on cadence preference to the bridge,
not leaving interpretation to the crowds of media on scored,
nope its just the Week of a done on the state of article of Noted,
furthermore its the basis of strength that I implore,
mystery leaves raining ducks Geese and shivering Meese,
you know the words familiar but the connection is of Weird,
so I chose the direct port of phone,
today's the marker on A written send,
not some product placement commercial to venue the next big dollar prescription selling for the flame.
I Know my Origin,
I am ready thorough on this Port of Entry,
I know of the counter Tend,
this is the balance beam to say that life is amazing,
that soaring the energy from dimension to planets scene,
that landing of up and running,
the mortal body of the foot to dance on the shock.
Raw is humanity to the discussion of such dead ends,
never have I witnessed such denial of life itself on the mile,
people perpetrating death like the inch to a tile,
that valve turned like the rust drink,
nails that say to crutch the file,
no account just dump on the next bile.
Grimm are the Fairy Tales that teach of the loaded Forests,
groves of learns to conversation on the burns,
pots boils rings and rose ease,
read purple violets to touch the classics in opera on ballet,
swans symphony to instrument the misery with a touching Romeo and Juliette death.
Where is the life that says thanks I will stride the Solar comprehension to know of that Shining,
hedges and Maize,
corn stomach mace with a drink of show me the take,
nope I just know,
the question is not begging from the origin of the flame,
for that is the eternal fire on the breadth of the Watch at Witness this Worlds dread,
shadows casting death by debt to pick up the Ticket for the price,
than stuck in the burning screams at deadly greens,
clover bunches to sway the sweets,
rye on the Wheat,
gorges that demonstrate the bog that is put to the Human flight,
oh for the bearing of shallow pickle to the understanding of what I have scene!!
Bang goes the drumming,
the Seals the Whales a Deep Sea,
that tide on the change of excitement,
the ruffle of the wave shores,
the ripple of Time in the Ages of Score,
I counter the Muse on a Oracle door,
speaking in that formal put to Tack the War!!
Get a good hold on the reins for this is the bit that says I ride the adoration of out where I speak,
to that evolution has a floor,
life is a traveling show this is a Touchdown on this fight,
but why bother to fight the channel of National Media on their ever lie,
for that is the argument left for the people wanting to waste their time for livers digest and stint.
Edge on this Now is the run,
breathing with thunder treating the lightening count as the sigh stud,
I love Lust,
simple to touch,
complex to strength,
for the Mind is a library to moving films that even I say its the ka on the ba of a ma in this strange.
I love the prowess the drive the arrival the leave the adventure the learn,
I love the truth of the comprehension not the split talkers stake,
on list theirs takes and takes to bury that shape in the six foot dive of dirt,
dead or alive it does seem a trait of Human Beings on the the prints today,
speaking to skill the death of the brain while saying that its not murder 'cause that person still is walking,
I know in the Future that the tie to cuff of prison on the words that put to Trade death by proxied will attach to suicides and sled,
pushed by buttons on applications zipping the pearl to the facial of texting tums to seal barfing at sumped within the self.
But even on that the patience for the come is of the concern of the dead going on the dones, do's and coming exactly at this moment of the tag,
nothing I can do but to say that I am writing for the Riders of the Future,
to spread that paragraph and hold those beat potters to the tack of digging the ditch fallen in per played,
so you be of the counter and I will be of the tool that knows of the sync,
in that its just the saying,
if all I have is time and all I have is hook,
than its just left to line and sinker to know the avenue of the drains,
the morbid of society spreading dread and missile mouths on magazine articles plains,
dry beds without a true slate to say that earth is a screaming deck of frenzy that is shorting the sheets on the clothes of people in the hurt.
If that is the process of building than the building abandons the special,
however the ghost, the being, the life is more on the bring,
cause death is just the shell that is left to coffin the cradle for the living to remember the Name!!
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