A king with six fingers
An extra thumb, that would make shrewd proud
Salacious and acrimonious, to collect life lingers
With a superiority, the taint of sincerity in sorrow's cloud?

Stupendous, the fate of uniqueness to crave
Suggestion is a warfare in love, with simpler guarantee's
Found in the eyes of harmony, a tale of citied shade
Was a harrowing sense of today, asking itself to lead?

A promise to the birth of tomorrow
A secret of finish and fire, to learn the lucre of salt
A chance with jaded few, to collect the ideal we borrow
A horse of challenge, a cause to look and see, a rages fault?

Feel better, you *******?
Share the can't with a kind dragon
This faerie and a spoon of weary medicine, is on the dole
With a **** moon in the blessing of the hills, with a stuck wagon?

Death just made perfume out of me...
Death must be a hallowed shine, of something butter
Death is a trusting shoulder, with another dragon on we'd
Death was my best friend, until a silvery shoe, said dire utterly

So, what should a savior's moon, do?
Berried or buried in silence, a tradition of sour reproach
Has the kindness to question a child, for a drink of water due
In the bedroom, where the answer is obviously a host...

Of a worldly smile, that comes with the opposite ***...
Spare and faint, terror is for those who would anticipate
A prides shadow, in which a house of ghost's is elect
When embarrassed reasons come home, for a misery to wait...

Am pity's task...
Says the king, the queen and the royal deodorant
Wishes worth adding whisker's for a noble moon, isn't to ask...
A fool of sweet teeth, if a night of cares, has day to wonder?

Rage of a miser...
In a rocket to the moon
Is a variety the vanity we expect, finer
Light's and jewels of fame, can be found at home

The engines pearl, and then cease
Such a futile grace, for a lunar lander
The wake and sake we exact, to science
Is ours for a penny pinched, and an answer handier

Gold is a rock-hard silence, so thick it fell in love with you
Travail, in its wayward sigh, to wishes of silver stars, which meticulously hide
And behave perfectly, with a rolling sleep, is a bronze couth?
To these, no man's irony, has a face of determination, that is sly...

Misers be ******, nature must take it's turn
With the full cheeks of wisdom, or the kissing eye's of reason
Are we to assume, the deafness of space, to earn?
A callous, but well, beautiful way to courage's season:

On the ground we call tomorrow
A strange fate. for a muddy face and its charity of nose
Today is a shrewd levity in low, to seek the higher today, to borrow
Yesterday's smile, from a sorry voice, ready to dance the most

Over to you...
Sweet muscles and guaranteed weight, or realer sate
Of a remembered question, come from a mouth to rage at a fool
Is a worldly eye ready for me, when a tongue hungry for our fate...

Rice and tea
For a smiling flower...
But I want beauty to be, a sincere key
Caring in this heat, I see you wonder if I Molech's sour?

Rain and tear's
Easy worlds of a questions held, so quiet...
Caring and hope, in a box until wind fears
The space and renumeration, of what callous call's might

Remain and truth
So called future, with a room for when a think begin's
Shoulder's and heraldry, to love a banality's youth
Did a rage tell you, to stay away from imaginary wind?

Remember and treacle
Taken with a pristine cough, the tale has an awkward twist
She of silence is an angel of liberty, never fickle
Look hard, this lie is the only way to judge a reason, ******

Reign of terror
Women in the raving lunacy of a cold shoulder, with nothing to eat
But the stare of wonder, of me's in the rage of a waiting mirror
Where the wish granted, is still a fight with nothing but a heart to beat...

Janus, light my way?
Sorry, no man has a prettier plan
Few and callous, we dote the dread of a shade
Taken to extremes, and the voice of a merry can...

This child of ours...
Has a unity in the profile, of an obnoxious enough
Rainbow, long way down for a serpentine powers
Seriously, is a wager with the devil, a silence which is tough?

The joke of paradise and its best pair of shoes
What is a proper place for a pace of poison
When the moon skips the light fantastic, for younger would...
Add the courage and marry the fury, of another reason...

We bury the hatchet of a claim in the mud
A **** world to find and fear, a wholly different panic
Risks and fickle charge, of a considered could
Are we an assassin of yore, we think we are when sincerity tragic...

Shapes a destiny, with talc
The instinct to cure, the words of redemption, so profound
A quiet hat, of resolve to sing the praises of costs for salt
That seem to collect a moon's answer, a hiss found by the sound

Has the world eaten your toe...?
Here is the dead, and referred to...?
With a smile so broad, some manage to spare the woe...?
Such is luck, when the pluck of wishes comes to you...?

Like a use and abuse, the dream of baring how?
With the patience of a season of trauma, we seek the misery
Of an angel's habit, is a soldier's smoke, to live well with thou?
Noticing your embarrassed lips, are we your death in history?

Ink in love
Ink to weather the storm
Ink come home, to compare us
Ink welcomes a rage, to a driven conversation

Do you remember me?
Include the fate, of resolve
Secrets to look, and move beyond please
Ages to correct, the world for its voices haunt

Ink is hidden in the mountains
Ink sitting as a king, in the valley
Ink with a proud berry, can this hour be silent?
Ink to finish it's meal, with instinct's ally

See the choice I make...
A drama of vice, if not now with a solemn strength
Taken to surprised eyes, a future to live long and sake
A treasure of virtue, to tap the gifts of many, by length:

Ink has no child but you
Ink to collect the tear of another, wagers a jealousy
Ink is a stone of wishes in motion, with a new voice due
Ink can entail a frightened child, with the voice of an eye's house

The sound of a prayer
In the room, in the rain outside...
Songs to remain with, dances of notion's to care
A serious secret in our behalf, a smile too wide?

Merit and further, wait for me...
In the belly of a sovereign call, with an apology
Asking need, facting reasons of an open keep
Of what was our first, and only taste of what a hell shall...

Towers of strength
Fruit in the name of the wind
Are we here, there is now; the beauty in haven't
An adoring sun, with the time to take the moment to kin?

Witness us, when the land eaches a shadow...
For what was, a simple sense of something better
Curious beds or the fury of ahead, which lead to pride, a swallow?
Here is the cope we deem, to be a friend we never lost to whether...

Came, and the infamy of shame
A hat of worsts and baring certainty, the fight of doldrums
That collected under our nose, a future to represent a holy fame
When we earn our wait in rainbows, where was God's home come?

Religion, here?
In a doting choice of history, we see our passions
A seed to think ever freed, a house of what went where
With conscience came, didn't a hap seek you for all, of a sigh's reliance?

Shared rage...
Are we the silence of vice, a sight of rational deeds?
Let with the eye fall of another more, a heart of specialness to appear and wage
A hope of ashes to ashes, tooth to tooth; we are signs of what, heed...

Happy Joe
Joseph, is a war to eat?
They grow food, children, and stares; we owe
A choice nary, the other side of a heart to beat

Out, a house getting bigger...
Has moments for a man, to meet
Somebody in his shade, a quiet trigger...
Ready to pick, you from history's heat

The house built, judges a shame
Panic, made a need's home, is a quiet fame
Shown how, we vie for names, no one samed
Without, us, hell is nothing but the sense of a game

Truth, spirits, and creation; we still owe
Being the cares of worth, are we to dread?
A host so obvious, looking for a world to know
Can a shadow of rests, become light overhead?

Hungry, for one more liberty?
Have an insight, it will avoid
The nature of silences patience; puberty?
Here is the right to owe, the other side of our choice...