What ye say me recluse
Hence ye perturb
Ye At least should try
before ye label and disturd
To show some kindness
by kissing my quiet hole

via destined
script of life
ye diminish
vessel intricacy
yet still ye strive

as just is not
know more
than ye era
may forget
to thrive

hence prior to dusk
await not next dawn
as if there exist truth
toward hopeful prediction

Ooh gawd why has modern gals whom aren't comfortable under their own hair resorted to wearing glue traps

Through living script a knew hidden bloom of fig not fruit

assimulate Ole fated apple of determined not destined life

No yield
No retreat
Know hold up
Martial plight

Boo toward color which explains
why ye esteem attendance often unseen
Hence ye don't have to believe
Though show concern toward those
whom either fated or destined
to embrace likes of no species

Ooh gawd it would appear that toward sake of enlist hope unexpected toll of my typical attracted tribulation often dampen impact

Hence I truly heed that through lite of no hue said adversity is experienced or encountered without plight