Oily flowers Slap faces like an angel Simply twain, simpler powers Sit in the sun, like a smile for the devil
Agony, of an oily smile Sit to once, upon nothing more... Hap and adage, require you, of a while Meaning no-where's step, for a curious war...
Anything, everywhere at once... A promise to shed, a tear Through and through, before life begun The love and misery, is a magic, to fear?
Sated...? And shown to chew the thought Is a mystery, of reality, so fated? When poor is such, aren't we a death sought?
Oily more... We said the cope, of another world Suggesting only, the question's we were Given pride's notion, specialness's devotion; is a fears lover, ever early?