Drumming is cool. drumming is sweet. drumming is awesome. drumming is on beat.

Stormy darkness emerges from your wide open eyes .
Dark clouds are coming.
The whistling wind of your words is druming in my ears.
Planes of tears pouring on unshakable ground.
You put on today dress woven with rain drops
and gloves sewn from fog.
Sky-blue color of your eyes transfigured in livid.
I see no difference between night and day.
Let disappear's your loud anger.
I would like to see the horizon and sun.
The heavens melted with the ground.
I hear the noise of too bluntly spoken words.
I'm ready to scream with fear of lightning of your complaints
but this is not middle of the night to wake up someone.
Storm and leaden sky reigns in the valleys and on the hills,
do not let to sleep at night.
You go too far, my love.
Time for me, I need to intercept umbrella.

Hello tree people, kings, figs and newts,
We delight inexplicably, mice and toads!
Under loud moons that wreak of pools,
Before greasy footsteps into knights and lions.
And loudly dwindles the extreme crown pig,
The reality hardship of all sun and crowd.
Forgotten mishap rulers that apply inch worms,
And a staff of quails, jesters, and pawns.
Sence to sentances, prison rain druming, squeeks.
Filthy boring evaporating with kangaroo shorts,
Cut half tall.

We crawl through deep fall.
Upon stone walls and wet orange leaves.
Laughing hysterically at fear.
Dancing in the golden sun we count the rhythm of the beat.
The druming stings but it brings us together.
Like falling feathers we glide.
We clock, we watch, the hours fade.
The ravans cry withers in our bodies.
Hallow are we.
Emptied by the monsters inside us.
We all float.
Like feathers in the wind.
Up and down till we all go down.
Heaven bellow is a feather mound.