Where did you come from and why.
Why would you come here.
Poisonious secretions of enemy leakers savaing, leaving weeds behind. Behind true eyes. In a nation where angels die.

Where did you come from and why would you come here.
Why would you come here. Poisonious secretions of enemy leakers, savaging weeds behind true eyes. In a nation where angels die.

Calm up dollars, I see the green sublime. Irony to all lions im leaving the world in a spotlight. I realize black and gold. Way to shake things up. Tonight is the summer night. Time to put your kicks away. My watch talks. Give the wind space, let the breeze play. Play my song. Dont let it go to waste. Kings of dreams. Caluminate the safe. Let the beat bang. Hang in, hynessy in my cups, let the base gone.

A vampire of nothing, an open bible of paperback. A man with identity theft. A panda racing a racoon. North, south,east,west. A chemical steal of stealth stars to you none the vampire slays, a cup of blood on top of a counter top, and the steepest dark awaits.

As i blink into horizon I see a game that has a hold of me. I withdraw a card i face in agony. My pathway driven by dark harmony. I cant grasp for another thought. I start to brainstorm on my mercenary in advanced. I would like to escape to the sea. I cannot see when the dusk leaves. Eventually i will destroy all my enemies. To my ancient lovely ones, i shrine my possessions. I will sit still like a rock barrier underoathed in so much unbalanced water.

The little ladys name was ramy she did not eat for 89 days. She would always pick fruit, and think of girls carrying cabbage. She would stand tall and always feel the air of the nearby mountains. She would race with the girls every morning for five days. She would stare into the sunflower, she would touch the wheats, she would zone out into her child hood thoughts. The little lady ramy, was her name. She had a brain malfunction, she would take corn and sway them all the time. She fell into a hypnosis and didnt come out alive. She quivered into a black machine. The lady was now in a dangerous scene. The little children would say hi misses. They would hold their knees. They would run away into the air surprisingly. The little lady would picker. She was a good lady but she forgot to hang up her white sheets. Every evening she would feel the laughs of the five girls. They would sleep orange, they would twirl in delight. The little lady was mesmorized.