wouldn't couldn't make any sense at all
but why by, by why not with try try cry cry
look look I, I beauty be twisted turned by scoundrel
soul of I did be did see the torment of twisted tales of faeries
and shiny knights and the darkest nights of fear put there why
for twisted power over holy love and the breeze about whom's truly free
but are we not better as accuser jury judge judgmental no judgement be we
for sneaky snake we judge his hunger and his take the very need of even feed
for this humble be with the man whom was there and takes no point in defense where
the story be it was even he who wrote the book whom had beloved Eve bite the ever need of all
of we's and down and on and beyond and out and say as fools the pain there here is today is some
blame of some garden gone and the castrated pained and labored out but there was not then and is no none this now, not this way anyhow; here as then didn't make any sense at all then and all the less here the ever one generation of the ever now; we cling to stability of status quo and if the ever now will ever be all about loving, every status quo will likely and simply just have to go go go into the ever transmutable flowing loving giving of the ever flowing of all there really is as LOVE of which we are and too the imperishable sentient spirits of many ever rivers