It's strange how Genesis hath Word to Verse to Read,
instant on the Albatross than Serenity is Scene,
for on the clamber of the Cause the Truck in Drive to beep,
channel with the changing Digs a Beacon or A See.
For should the story go to Song and Innocence is Creed,
hath Word to Verse to Hymn be strong the grave Telepathy,
suds along the Soap a pong the Ping in brain of Key,
synapse Fire to connect deep Wire on the Lap Times Steep.
Brewing while the leaves be gone back to Genesis kong,
how did the burst of write become a booking in the be,
moment to the Minute bar the leap twas not on Me,
I speak a power in the Mind as A Sage in sat be Creed.
Flame that with the Fire song than Bonbons are the Melt,
here the back Theirs is shacked with to much on the Gong.
So does the stick of Hammer bang with a booming Jock,
ore be Nature to the bike A Cycle on the Ancients Shrike,
involve Bahut to shield root the wrought be grains of Skill,
put forth the time to laptop grind that said in simple still,
the beg upon the question pawn is not from Chest of dore,
for in the obvious of the Stole cheeks will bird the Floor.
Standing on the hem in States that gates are bars of born,
to know what Is before the Was in general delivery it's Post,
these office Notes to send a throat turns Throttle into Noise,
scream until the coward shrills a kiss at School of jude,
for on the furnace of the Burn the Our behaved to Wait a squirrel,
all in the Tree of Nutcracker Bee that Sting makes welts of Whirl.
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