I have walked this panic`d earth to the tempo of my birth, in this I state that this is a place of turf. For in the instant of these reads I write to the memory of ground, to central on the breeze that this storm will ring. On the vast and buried fight, I might the hand to this right, on the correct in action of the reason of the band. A stand to the stage that is the shell of rage for minute to a talk, on the fact, writes, have date. To cast these parts to the tide, in this the day, and, the ride, from a point of know return I type, in response with calculation on my mind. Shall the guard of shield lie with a counter on the spy, than in the balance on any far, the fast will bring a lather. Sweat not my friend from base of trim as the wisdom is a dream, to advantage gates I've seen, in the real of my Being. To breathe with candor to taste this theme, there is a charge to what has been in the youth of sacred streamed. I know that as I cruise these lines with the Hobo or the sign, a signal that is black and white, is as the road is to drive.
Simple yet on the thinking is the thoughts of what knew when, for wise are the hours to the tending of the challenges. Shelf to stage the written page is in the protection of the book, as I remember each in stood. On each moment that I grasp the impact of the words, to stern, I can say, to the person, that these times, are of a certain time, in the bearings, that direction of the scene.
I do what is the tune in chord, the guitar picker on the War, in the battlefield worn, a protection is not fear. From these papers that I keep, I reveal, as I steep the kettle, is the boil on the frogs, of shrimp in curl trump. A card of Taro, the flip of queen, on the singer in the spline, to wonder what this caters serves, is to ask the problem served. For on the tablets that the ancients, where many pebbles staired, up and down the ladder lore, watch, the appendage it's a smile. Frowning is the upside down effect of truth, as the question not of I, answers, to the formal lie. I know that as the world is in the Lock of cage and key, I respect decisions, drool, for as the Tomb is grave, so tool. Travel journey Men of earth, there seems no place to work this purse, as I was told by asked not came, in this I can no the shame.
Crate well my box to pyramid in the Sphinx, I spy a change, not the body for the face, I believe the shape has breadth. Should the sling have cheaped the nose by shaving face to plunder sewn, the fault of that will befall the people whom destroyed the stones. From the carriage of the horse to the Nero on the street, a violin in rosin bow, the music of the sheets of roil. Temple church to chapel brain, as the Sphinx is a truth, the sign is that it has been changed, I heard the muslim did this chain. To porch of the Muslim reign, I say, so simply, I say with rein, did you carve the Sphinx by rain with your dagger by your slain. Asking for the revelation, I tell you of the stain, in cause, for if you should have scored the Sphinx I state, that Pyramid has a jinx.
Charge this to good old Mother Earth, Creation blasts the particle girth, and shall the People slay the turf, than the wares are Mans by cursed. No one should tear the place to piece, for in this done I say a Priest, as the past is present Now, the future is the Ox in Cow. Nurse not the never for a curse, if you are the ones that dirt, on your hands may not be blood, but, in this know that chisel lug. Gear this word to sentence proof, I have no cave I write to learn, count the grain of thought I give, in this gift it's Allah lived. He says to you in simple place, that killing is the biggest stake, for on the stick of dynamite, killing is the murder Smite. No countenance of such acts done, the virgin, or, the men that run, in ruin of the mind, to think, it is the brain, that breaks these chained.
Never should a persons perk not be considered as the pane, to sill the window of the place that speaks to meet, not kill for plain. Should the world text this now, in that know Plato wow, for Atlantis rolls a beach at the bottom of this piece. A riddle on the path of wrote, is the one in peaceful tote, a brush with sake, to tell of state, is the worth of measure crate. Mark the ax as Odins fax, for in the power of think Thrice, stars to constellation soar. on the broth it is A Core.
Grocer with the water failing, storms of dry sand, on the reason, Walls that raise to blinding dust, in this understanding, my thrust. A Sword of Swail, Abrahams rush, the knife that cuts but will not drudge, is the dullest sharp to cut, as the wound is spun to mushed. The tongue will scream a silence slings, the lull in by the way of form, turn your channel, it is a switch, to know, that crop of field rich, that is the plow of depth in stitch, the suture of the sat in dish.
Spoon of moons to suns on wished, a ring for gold the pitch of stone, each a sand that counts the finch, is a bird to shadow disc. Do not conquer with a whip, this is the elephant of scotch in pits, a plug of dike, to thumb, of bike, is the ink, that writes this sight. Change is on the foot of slight, a turning tied, the writes I byte, spiders crawl to attach, for the Sphinx says get to stacked. That temper on the carving mile, is the evidence of the stile, round in on the sphere, of scar, is the proof of death by dialed. Calling number, calling prime, calling area by the lined, in the annex of this light, know that tunnel its a spurned. Raise your stead to study split, than the Christian is a trick, scar the markings by the book, good old King James wrote a soot. Burning pages, removing smite adding in the stories slice, taking this and placing that, so to the basket handles spite. In that Chapel of the set, as the Preacher ministers debt, the threat of said to Hell on best, is the placement of the head. Do not cut the charge from shoulders, as each of you accounts are swelled, dead will come to taunt your dreams, in the life with eyes that seem. Graze your walks to streets of done, in this know the switch is sprung. Now that time is in the day of the eyes that stare back at say, it will be the clock at Hand in 11th of the lover`d. No blind fold needed, no folded hands, no knees to scab, or, foreheads dragged, as your prayer is counted hour, in the Month of August how`er, know that break is still a dial, calling states as food is water.
Waist to chest in speaking Violet, is the color of the smite it, rinsing one to bleed the other, is the same and speaks the father. Change these times to peace these marks, as the Scars will rise the 'Morrows. Do not discount this charge, as the debt is all to Mars. Stand on Venus should you please, but, the punish is the pleased, for in that matter Catholics too, killed the millions of the feud.