Fallen fools fail to frequent fair fighting flares of the forgetful.
Art is accepting the arid arachnids artless ache of acrid adequacy.
Rarely do the roving raving remorseful reflect on the rotting red realities.
Is it insane to institute instant incentives for impressive inlets of inanity.
Surreal is the subsurface of suckling sick soulless simpletons, such is the sorry state of smooth softened suffering.
How a hardly heard harrowing hail has hindered the helping hands of the hunted herd is hitherto hopeless.
Octal is the orange orchard of offal and organic ordered ornaments.
Regularly reaped is the rare roots of the real right rendered rigging.
Read is remembered as riffraff in regalia of real rites readily removed of retaining remembrance.
Original organs of ordained overblown oafs organically operate in the ocean orientated orifice.
Reckless rousing of rightly ridden rumble racks, a resentment is rarely so robust as real rage.
So I Request Real Recognition From The Gnawing Knowledge,
Such Is My Dark Dearth of Desperation That I Offer This Sacrifice Of My Own Flesh,
She Soars Searing Suffering So Such Simple Snobby Silt ***** My Soul With Her,
I Give You My Dying Daughters Dearth Of Lost Years For
A Moment Of Very Vague Veracious Words.
I Ask Only One Ornery Question,
What Is My Vocation On This Empty Echoing Earth?
Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 6:36 PM UTC