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KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
This is the world that listens to the sanctuary
Then the fall of all beasts
They have lost all their minds
Then and now the powers that be will unveil
as the bottom of the sea frees an evil
Bring forth the mighty grail!

The wrong that holds our fears of sadness
shall cast the ultimate final reasons
The waves they fall unto the victims
Are the forces that let us ****?...
Between those convulsions...

Die Die the fortress' song is death
Try Try the the real shank is no more
Die Die the fortress is made of metal
Go Go the end is foretold

Living and dying trying and those souls that are lost
Fearing the answers of God's gifts
Now the gift box lays in the mist
And the throne of the path the one that tells
The fighting ghosts that prey upon the church
They've an answer that Hell and the evil's/ mirth
Impurity of the community one's own personal message
Satisfied by design and the sought meanings gold of yesterday
Access the ***** the whole of that which you gave to be bold
See that to flee from good a path you paved...
Is a message foretold!
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
Few words of love
Few words of light
See me through the night
To the morning light
So that in my life
I might fight the good fight
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
Though the real cleaver marks
the rashes on pastoral lands
In the dark the fascinations with **** fields
an assailing cut
With no remorse in you
never closed or can renounce this levity
These dreams in the realms waxen never hives
no you didn't see
Learning Laws for the Day and the Night
There are no free souls set upon your passage of rights
Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within
Perception never ceases
under all slithers..
plagues and illusions
Torn of no elations fleeing a cause for revelations...
now only ice and fire
sinners disquisitions
We're mere lambs lead to that forthright poison
the constitution of Heaven
Maybe the soul needs to endure meanings
other docile plays for rights, strength dies a contrition

Placing a foal for an Antichrist within the morning light
So as did your prayers can God and Satan answer a fight!

Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within
Go now with your mind all suffered people
their derivations
Never know what of the darks halls
into peoples absolutions!
The real you running with more.. all the breezes
Life with erratic lows can be live to avow surety turning seasons
Once and right now the dreams were remorse and empathy
Revealed now demagoguery arrested oscillating of light
Nether worlds there's no way through when the attack begins allright
Searching for sunshine a flight liquid spirit of waves cries out
Do not of my sins as the sinners will do to you for the rest of eternity the mark of torture veils the sun as a new day dawns

Take now the severity the flay of bodies and limbs
No place for fury purity and attacks of the worlds within
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
Did you know people exist universally
..what missed the material witness?! Surely...

While magic reforms the reversal diode
The street of dreams cues another ladder
of the consciousness you showed
With the skitter skatter what once was efforts and memory
Are now removal followed with indignations as if a shoe in
for the reformations bearing...every...
Material want.. as with all beings
And into the times of magic we go as infant then through
The two events even though their minds' eye
includes no sensations of the sound or wanton
Immerse yet driven people as acolytes caught in minutes
of somatics and summoning spells begin or done
The error of reasoning returns to trails can this mean to those
a play on war in that which God and soul avails
yet vengeance though good was a ranted play on the terms
Which should weigh heavily ensnared in blue and green
as if this seismic chain was free and clean
So too does once the magic.. reforms assimilations
of bodies and paths then so too shall it be with the created of celebrations
Does this make any sense to anyone?
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
Unending anger burgeoning macerations
**** the still falling rolling waves of deaths acclimations
When a mark is made by the world falling through
a place that you know you must do what you do
Endeavored an' known flack no fault take without tears
Eden word every word a lie of the unworth
Aeiye sins in a drought tin and all i'm dropping out
This mind in radiation is more than you can believe and
you don't even know it
Fore ring the destiny
The wings of destiny
For the demons near among us
The demon is quixotic
Numbers and chords strings melt never lasting
comporting kingdom
You can equal your match there's no eternity
with eternity's wisdom
Travesty of less today in assumption less presuming
All there lost liaisons to triple the virus threats on
the world of the living
With you in mind the dancing spree turns to
lucidity then slaughter
Angels and demons to the early realm after the
nixed allure of the daughters
Now you must twist the code of your life fear
and return to function
Living systems of justice now they're yours for the
implementation begins destiny.. the Dungeon!
Fore ring the destiny
The wings of destiny
For the demons near among us
the demon is quixotic
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
It's mnemonic aspectant ibex dander  
on the summers eve looking in at loyal burse factions
Processions begin yet Osiris is surveyor saucier and candor
Raging fool zincous celestian
Let's not retain the momentum
These words your best I don't know you're saying you've been sent?
Revel in the spice however good the singing interlude for the perfect
accompaniment to inertia of the ditty that offers you as food
Implications compuctional wolves of deeper assonance than assume
assertive amnesty abeyance azalea in full bloom
Dancing fool cenobite weapon
Let us not pick it up from where this did begin
Fall and roll without every word radiating succinct functioning devour
Raff merchant of veritas thoughts elimination vary on the absurd
and less than irate on the hour
This you've been writing and maybe didactic armour though not of the trochaic pentameter
Earless spools of threatening human remains scavenged by servers and wires
Simpleton fool wisecracking presbyter
Do not as you know you should'nt I defer
As the bodies appel epiphanal life derives and acquires that dottle of omnibus foolery
Begin again virtue of versatility you've waddled through the chicanery
For soon this fool's comic rapture shall be the stain of your treacherous
Raging fool zincous celestian
Lets maybe retain the momentum
write on babe what little good it does you can thank
at least virtue for being there
KorbydAngyle Aug 2020
Mercy And Thanks.... the Med Workers

Assimilation fraying from the jasmine touch
of fellowship hands
Not bundled scrunched at each elbow knuckle but the forward
Systemary kind that unwind yet avail  and follow each touch
Not supine more smooth and  frenetic
Voiding the march of bellowing disingenuous... malady
Jabbing at old and meek and tender and schoolchildren young
With arced veiled perceptions tongues
woven through smashing gowns ether imbibed
Watch turquois green and yellow badly fade entwined
An atrophy sciatic and we swerve dissed by the
citizens own bell curve
Trinity strife four medic sleds sinuous a sine
clocks hammer the rite
and across plateaus inside and the sign out strikes twice
For a colloquial apothecary yet together
meritocracy clematis vines
Caves swords docents shields asepsis renderings of
this St Francis had promised...
The flock reviewed was brought forth from the dank to wield distant forgotten pretenders, beings
****** to ascension of lows in the mist
Risked absolution heaving Thorazine or Epinephrine versus palaces inculcated by furious mitochondria disinformations
Having whisked the surface a thousand and various times with paces whence knighted... fly with the nimbus flight from the tree of life's deliverances
What little freedoms suture and long staid academic lights shattering gluttony of words and chemicals know
The avenue of contours of the sewn epidemic batting 650 evens the worlds winks of REM shot glass in tow
Tis a virtue of no lithe usurpation and
forged pandering foe...
In the nights the fires the ambulances the bland rice dinner and back through snow
One more streaming fortune that mitigating the hands across virtue wouldn't let go
Butcher the gloves that sense the fear for the work by the medical community shines of the good work  lands great work as ever we could know
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