The Restitution In Rune

The warning of Fire in Rain,

strikes Lightning in the Thunder,

of what blinds eyes.

An ignited fuse,

of how You lose.

The capture of existence,

an enlightened resistance,

to a known nature,

the flame which sparks desire.

Physics designs,

a quantum to master,

the sum of total,

in written of wrote,

in an older time!!!

The Rune which holds,

an equation of told,

just notes to seek,

the answer in Rote!!!

Stanzas are Bold,

a hold too the Key,

Rings-of-Sublime,

and knot to rhyme!!!

Passed-Over Inn-Merit,

often They tear it,

changed the Verse.

Reversed

The Natural will bear,

a caustic record,

of erased or buried,

Centuries Tarried.

A blot by design,

to advance not find,

Masses in Numbers,

not Peace in War!!!

Sadly the driven,

are not blind to what comes,

the calculation of heard,

rankling Earth.

To navigate firth,

the plane of a plan,

will narrow with stand,

requiring 'Might'

not Hand.

The back-end of force,

delivers on course,

a map of these stores,

to be healed knot ridden.

The Pace which will Set,

an upcoming fret,

will not be a test,

but the endurance of Left.

Measure decent,

a thrifty propose,

to bitter: Know Flint!!

This simple require,

will complicate wired,

and relive the need to plug-in.

An Answer to Call,

will come with no fun,

for the message delivered,

will be met and not tendered.

The Sail of Plight,

comes without fight,

the Waves in the Sea's,

is the break of an Ocean,

on a Beach with the notion...

Nature's in Motion 

The Choice of Will

The Essence of Our Earth,

has passed.

Returning to where Souls Home

In the most evident sight,

Earth goes dark at Night.

In the Origin of Our Time,

the negativity circulating,

has killed the Heart-of-Her!!

No Mention,

of the Words Spoken.

Streaming

Be Wise to Thoughts,

of this enlightenment to ends.

Using 'Core Aspects' of any One thing,

to thrive upon,

destines to only won.

A temporary Run!!

Should You draw from the Land,

and not replenish the wealth,

with the respect of done,

than in Good-Sense,

it creates an everlasting run,

of Over!!

Blindness to the Affect-of-Humanity,

makes Us small.

A Collective Stall,

know Harness in place to abide.

The Stars begin,

too Hide!!

Explosions Nigh

Tremendous Crash is this,

a terrible end,

to an Ominous Lend,

of a Lot.

In this,

'the Continue'

it is 'Free Will' that shall be,

a Chore for Deed.

Establish a Mind,

with Conscience rite,

to deliver those with 'Might' to take stock,

in this....

a collective blind

Turning a Blind Eye,

third or not,

will eventually cause a permanent sight,

of no relief.

'Just' Grief

Terrible are Times, 

with no-promise in design.

Thought in this Test,

true and disturbing at best.

A Fit-Full Rest,

as many do jest.

To ground reality with evidence,

surrounds 'A Ready Mind'

Not difficult to find

To lose Language,

too Speech,

our writing needs will be lost or shed.

A change in meaning,

words not recognized for define,

a spelling sign,

in each and every line,

will become the lash,

of what will last,

our present past.

A Chiselers Dope, Record!!!

Thwarted by All~of~You I produce 'A Courtesy' not A way today.  In Dictation of only Form I answer for questions asked.  In the Observance of a Writ, I tip in the centuries Myth!!

Aware of  'A Value' naturally kept, words of 'Vice' I was taught not driven. In Rivalry of 'Changed Thought'

a witness to the rip-off of this.

Laws with Strict Commands moved to accommodate, A New Demand!  Stealing Stories, History Rent,

until formation makes it Sent.

Discounting 'The Prequel' still original, it is the property of whom holds the tone. I delve into Past understanding, knot wrath. To discover that what's been covered, not only Merit, but Caste.

Stolen, Sew to advance, belief in a chance, "not a romance."  This gave opportunity to delivery, absurdity with dictation, of a re-write. 'Might' Answers that Question.  Not girth but direction.

As so many Mounds of Earth standing in protection with artifacts showing that 'The Hammer' represents the distant Men rowing.

Sent to Death for showing belief in knowing, and not in towing the death, rather murder of, a Crucified... 

I cry, "Let him Die!!"  A Man with a Life sorted with disguise belonging in stories of more; Recanted!

Even more dead show the belief in you killing 'if you don't convert' than death is the earth, Final, Perverse. In Name and In Style with what You Claimed as Bile, representing so many men that disagree with a christian begin.  

As text is Re-Written to incorporate better reason. This change of the Verse will be Your end, "Terse."

Too Return One Man, a prophet, a plan, to a place or a land, where Peace would deliver an exit from The Set of Your Worship. Instead, you Bank to spread fear with your rank, to only one end.  A production of an Apocalyptic begin.

To search a date for disaster, a time for a day, to release what's re-written, to those which seem smitten with death.

A Mitten

Consumed by control over lives or their Soul? You perpetuate lies as Originals are Bold.  In Print on Earth,

in Lands and on Turf to counter what is propagated as truth, not Censure.  A biased approach re-writing 'The Runes Rote' a spoken fare, discounting the text, intact with exact, accounts of facts, a 'Common' lore.

Pushed-Aside by the mere-lie that it is evil & does not realize; You paint pictures to further insult by incorporating images to produce bloat as bottomless and without hope.

Again to further a Chiselers Dope,a mention of Hope, it is original written; Rote/Wrote.

Directions hold Balance to provide an allowance, a talent to engage, 'To Continue' in this proclamation of,

the end-of-days.

A Play of Right not wrong too display.  a difference in regards to the same.  An Outcome providing Faith,

in the Innocence of Birth.

The Ewe In State Is In Need, Replace?

Should this Puzzle,

a Riddle too,

make more than a Picture,

than it shall Be.

Just as Meant.

Not one of only Hope,

but to See,

things are sewn.

A Stitch in Time,

saves Nine!

A smile,

that stretched,

from Hear,

to Here,

just to know,

the Suit.

The actuality of,

"What Dreams May Come"

a movie, a show.

to Me,

at least, it's true.

How far does life go?

I Fear that Might,

reveals the sight.

That May Be A Clue For You!

No Matter,

the dimension understood,

to Ascend,

is good.

To state your fact,

after a tap,

to remind you just of could.

Will

Remain to be Seen,

to save speech,

so more could show,

the Voice of Another.

Roads

To Pave the Life,

with only Rife,

instead of what is Different,

is a signal,

too ignite difference.

A Fight

The Longevity of Ancient Rites,

will Soar,

albeit tunes.

The Music, Runes

Far Before,

and much long after,

indifference was dealt as Fare.

A Realization,

of Their rapture.

Discovery of,

"The Why"

We Come.

Nature's Spice,

you're fragrant,

not nice.

The horror of the odor,

You do express,

is just showing fear,

providing test.

How much Cents,

does this make?

Collecting for?

The Poor?

Or,

just to break,

ALL

that have a Mind to provide,

what is rankling?

Soap of the Mind,

a Keen Sense,

You are Bent,

and the smell of such should Create.

Repent!!