I'd cry,... please everyone was born...?
The moon, the mosey, etcetera which pleads the facts
Illegal Black Magic use, frees- only the state
They lost because to try as they continued,
as namesakes, whatsoever, have they don't have to be.
What is choice a ****** Hyfer and the pan flute sounds?!
Is it the place, that ton of creation that there's a birth
that needs to die
always revolves around ameliorates of some law?
There's now malice at the the very 2nd place shock,
of status and there of- life, life was thought to be about reality-
actually going at it.
A need, a basis, an error, then ****!
As if inclusion of an individual amongst 3 and 1/2 million people traces the desire to be real?!
Yet the cactus returns, too sad, than the actual worth of kings, Queens, a Martyr, an Empress,
it's only a reference to being in chains, eternal reform...
whether aboriginal or international beings.
The thoughts, the state were supposed to make joy?!
It only makes reality the one place an inner humanity is lost.
Whose whole life, might know that the flow, the place of a masquerade frames the past?
Time frames virtuous reasoning, abuse subsides,
then what is there for the face of victory,
the truth that thoughts can only be relieving?
Perhaps... it's the strength, the individual!
Maybe the Empire then the places shall
all freedoms desire to go!
Life builds the idea ...because there's society there's hope, but what is this prophetic notion if it isn't tangible?!