Bantering, something about organs
Panting the leaves does the breeze
At ease , soldier
**** for your country and well pay you
5000 dollars for every head you collect, join us you ******* reject

Watch for the night, when all of the crows take flight
And feast upon carcass, caressing
Vicious from a million miles away,
And my shadow fades into grey
And boxes on the floor sit next to carousels of colors for horse hairs, and the latitude of this altitude is clearly a sum greater then all the predetermined and previously decided upon factors to make all of this possible , but everything becomes backward as the slit of a knife, maybe can cut you a piece of the spice of life, a slice, a rope
Frayed and decaying in the jungle
Belonging to an old pioneer
Walking with feet that were bare
And only a compass upon his hip
And a machete custom made for such occasions and he cut the rope of the spice of life, and he stole all the light with that strike
Now now now he demanded

You can breath out sorrow, forgetfully until tomorrow, smearing and blurring, verbals
Produce Paynt from upon your pores

Such delicate strokes, unprovoked
Standing on the edge of a cliff, with your friends of course
But your all alone
To each his own
Number by number it's narrowed down to the unavoidable
But what fills the void ?
Demonoid, woven from the fabric of space and time
The wind begins and you are no longer sin or anything comprehensible even to wisest of all the wise scientific minds

Complecancy sits in circles,
And you sit adjayscently to me
Closing your doors, like confousioily (so ******* silly)
You are a Shannonball, with your own sense of awareness
Compared to this, an angel to kiss
Nocturnal
The moon controls your tides
Maybe well be able to meet again on some other side of some other point of existence at a point of being that the stars shine in favor of us

C. A. P. E. C. O. D.

cepacod
Pacceod
Place for home,
Overgrown
Strokes of geniouos(even though I can't quite spell)
Envious
Hanging
Spectrum
Did we all expect to have some ?
Codepac
Space code perhaps to some
Or perhaps a revelation of the highest decree, and this I do declare,
Let me be tall and frank and fair