When The Worry Is Over What Is The Sew^Duh??

The darkness of This Worlds Now on the Hour is the Clock and minus Time,

the Ages warned of the demise with blood Pouring alley streets to Red shored,

that the heads of execution would shed to the disconnect of shoulder down on the concreted fork,

as that is the done for Trump has brought past tense to the leader boards a compass of suit,

it is at the was a when Win now on the Minute its a Win when to detail his divide on a conquered country.

The short stint of His Stir has already been bellow,

the chin a route to paper Media on the a cent meant decision to chute the birth,

as that is the swamp of logger`d depth of thick rich red bleed it is the multiplication,

the billions to Trillions on that exit of the born to birth death as their entry to sport,

the games of what thought life was of choice will channel the television to Live beep Beep,

that calendar is not dependent on the Presidents Office as official to stop talk,

the conversation will bark to the Steeps as the Steam trained His Stir is in the start only for Warm-Ups are on the corked.

Each day at the medley of His Stir to this Nations National charge has in At done Carved deep Caulk kissed,

that bravado of His Stir is the Tam^boar^Ring my Older Sisters field at the Address of 815 as a Pork,

the fried Bacon is all in the stumped as the reason a tempt to ration the scale of fear crawling spines.

Heave what the arson is in the incinerator of the troublers of waddled lane,

the stage which the ewes provided gave Trump is opportone to the orange of the 'H' stile`d to grave,

the soil was the Muds in average cake scope but that bang gulled to the flight of World War II at reel,

those books of Jim Moseley and his exit took to the Bridge a decision to the Book of grown.

These theory??,

no the brain strides nightmares to the silent scream in each severed sleep,

awake to full childs strip,

the bare in a Worlds Skip.

Stone walls will end Up bean,

the Wish cobble Will end Up being the Snapper,

fish the People,

Poker the Crowds,

dumb deaths to grave Sit tolls as the price Fixed on His Stir off The bone`d.