And you have been trying for years,
throw the towel, it will not happen
the challenge is not the language or the practice itself
it is the comic outcome of being under fire
at least I would come out and thank for the prosperity
and the lady participation in public life
the protected invisible weakness that others name you
and the slowness of the cave that madness leads you
we don't differ
two slumbering planes in custody
it should be the judgment day already!
And plus how you would put a practical wall to brake
to unpoetic culture of not happenings?
To non-existent
It is not even the split tongue that comes straightway dangerous
Your being is heavy
And involvement makes sense as much as the madness chain
And the humor for caring tree
Will keep the approving affection to bread
And it will never break!
More of a charmed can appreciation
Silent and not even nodding on a counter side of interest
I don't think he is even having a conversation with background vocals
Disconnection on a dazzling face
But again he has lost a child
And his ears though are familiar to retrospection
His body slightly progresses into modern mechanic stone
And his name is wrong...baptized in mistakes
Didn't I tell you
I didn't even shame the sounds on its bashful fingers
Disconnected paradise
And slumber on reposed grave
How many deaths can you afford in this life?
Male hurricane into everlasting down hill
Male disappointment records the blooming inspection
How you would expect a new geographic theory over
A silent wrestler
And about slumbering?
Well the atmosphere on this side is quite different....
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