You lead me to insanity
As such as I go towards the doors of Bedlam
It is with a happy heart
For to me you are all the charm of invited places
Who sees us, yes sees us
Trembling in our rages
Knows of fatal qualities
Who with the perfection of form
Allows us to follow your visions
of improbable desertions
Towards words on an empty page
With emmence calculations of emulation
Enables our pale impatience
Whose claims those choirs of impotance
Forge creative impulses with infernal probity
That calls for the application of oppoerunity
Like you, whose arrival of always
Will be everywhere
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
You lead me to insanity
As such as I go towards the doors of Bedlam
It is with a happy heart
For to me you are all the charm of invited places
Who sees us, yes sees us
Trembling in our rages
Knows of fatal qualities
Who with the perfection of form
Allows us to follow your visions
of improbable desertions
Towards words on an empty page
With emmence calculations of emulation
Enables our pale impatience
Whose claims those choirs of impotance
Forge creative impulses with infernal probity
That calls for the application of oppoerunity
Like you, whose arrival of always
Will be everywhere
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