I Am The Genesis Of One Drawn Breadth To Final Eyes The Port Of Creation Ask Design And Sport!!

Every Religion in this World Now is a Viking Holocaust Denier,

this Country is Especially full to the Brim of Despicable christians as roman catholic are Muslims on the brings,

rinsed of Heritage I Storm nothing to build this Write of a Wall UP,

for Odin at Apollo's roar Thor as My brother and this as the Shore,

you have never met the Girl return.

To hash no Tag but to State the buried Mounds of the Viking Cross,

dead Heaps of Men, Women and Children the price of Shale,

in talk sick Religion has Cast sparrows and Marrow,

the Bones as the Wood burned lawns!!

Trees to Spawn,

satin to Sheets,

the Hood as the ghetto of language to Lips with Hot fire,

I am the Flame of A Eternal Stride.

String Know Theory as that Shock Ra,

in the E! Stile seep of Pitcher with the bier Sun Steep,

burned with the contrast of Sight be dawn of Ages,

gold In once a pawn those Chimney sweeps,

forges to Lakes,

Swords on my latter day Say Ain'ts,

being of Frank candor of Vibrant chorus,

I am the reality of a Drink,

boa Constrictor to each of your denial of the Viking on these Oceans Reef,

from the World War shank Chains and Lynx,

this Elephant is the Tusk of the Donkeys Ass that will slight the loss with Snyc!!

Inks to that KKSF charge on the Mentality of bethleham,

from the Sole to the Power of Pause,

character in difference is the compass of a blink,

one blind eye'd to Open the third as the center gem of Diamonds rise,

dew as the morning breath is the shower of memory to the ashes Lop rabbit,

Poland on the Hem jewels to the Sparkle of Blue Eyes chose,

I have come to Strike Measure with the Value of the Feather in this Wise!!

I do not need a stone to shape river to the creek of sword,

the sands dial as particle,a sphere on the Flats,

ships to sail lore's rig,

have this ribbon wrapped with Oak,

tide that shackle with deep sheep,

religion clay and betting the skeet as the sharks of laughter,

frost as the Ice that bore to Ham a staff width the valley horror,

yet source to the dagger is strangled by for mat to personal flows,

shovel a word to Week count that day and hi light kneeing to my plain speak,

reality needs no movie of a theater to spoke,

for all before are Mirrors.