If it's true,
and you know it is,
sister, money don't grow,
on the tree of life, oh, no,
toil and pain and sorrow,
those grow,
on the tree of life, outside
these walls of mud faith bakes,
and builds heroic as formal evidence,
by grace alone, the blessing on America,
Oi, where Chickasaw whole life awaken dance
hey hey yahweh, same dance same sacred idea
We got StarLink in Chad,
oh, when can we read the heresies
personal savior level lucky prayer
online, free from press, amen.
All amenable Kilroy, was here.
We pulledhisassoffhisthrone
with thunder words,
and other nonsense
We learned
to read, and write
shocking truths no slave should know,
money, has all kindsaansworn NDAs
there's the tie, the business
religion, re attaching
ligamental forces,
pending dooms
used
to make the peasants pay
for joy,
ceremony
of the veterans, paid
with joy,
ai, we die…
all we celebrate,
and all we worship Ares,
and Elon's trip to Mars, and Hermes,
tricking me
into telling a preacher story,
truer or not, it is too soon
to say, stories
sometimes hook up
with old characters,
brought
to mind using ceremonial reminders,
put on your respected veteran medal
of wit,
let this mind be
in you, this military mind, eh
strut your stuff, you patriotic consciousnesses.
A bubble
of belief engulfed the big parade,
the ompa blat left behind.
We blinked. They won.
I came away with an alienated mind,
to this day, I am happy to say,
that has made the difference,
I lived, while others just died.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC
If it's true,
and you know it is,
sister, money don't grow,
on the tree of life, oh, no,
toil and pain and sorrow,
those grow,
on the tree of life, outside
these walls of mud faith bakes,
and builds heroic as formal evidence,
by grace alone, the blessing on America,
Oi, where Chickasaw whole life awaken dance
hey hey yahweh, same dance same sacred idea
We got StarLink in Chad,
oh, when can we read the heresies
personal savior level lucky prayer
online, free from press, amen.
All amenable Kilroy, was here.
We pulledhisassoffhisthrone
with thunder words,
and other nonsense
We learned
to read, and write
shocking truths no slave should know,
money, has all kindsaansworn NDAs
there's the tie, the business
religion, re attaching
ligamental forces,
pending dooms
used
to make the peasants pay
for joy,
ceremony
of the veterans, paid
with joy,
ai, we die…
all we celebrate,
and all we worship Ares,
and Elon's trip to Mars, and Hermes,
tricking me
into telling a preacher story,
truer or not, it is too soon
to say, stories
sometimes hook up
with old characters,
brought
to mind using ceremonial reminders,
put on your respected veteran medal
of wit,
let this mind be
in you, this military mind, eh
strut your stuff, you patriotic consciousnesses.
A bubble
of belief engulfed the big parade,
the ompa blat left behind.
We blinked. They won.
I came away with an alienated mind,
to this day, I am happy to say,
that has made the difference,
I lived, while others just died.
A voice that thinks this is the medium
for minds made up
to believe information is free, the firehose
of knowledge increase prophecied,
we have,
with no wu wu, but real good luck
and a heart that thinks. Wu wei easy
least resistance meandering riverminding
free time use by any. One imagines. Okeh. Peace.
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