Reptile lands are none Here, And are to be devoured as they devour the plants. [Stinky Snappers.]edit
Demons Provided My Armor And Weapons, Using Their Very own Devices To Deliver The Blow,
And All of My Adulthood I was fourteen, but with my healing I now have grown. Because A child can handle the beatings unlike Any Man Has Ever Known. Like The Ignorance of Drinking Their Truck in it's weight and measures of Man. Reflections Are Memories Pondered while being undisturbed by the stone that is in your shoe. Removing it sometimes seems futile seeing not Things You Do. While reptiles in your storehouses keep all of man confused.
Many Roots, and Many Leaves, Makes Many Fruits For You And Me. Enough Has Been Imagined, And Far Too Much Shared. Togetherness is The Mountain, And There Is Only One Man Willing, As I Think I Can I Try. Tears of Joy So Mystical, My Self Is Filled With Pride. Even Writing A Book Is Back Breaking Works When Your Self Is Set Aside. The shelf is always empty but for shadowed dust and reptiles slither silently rewarding you with rust. A Void Dances To Their Vanity Fair- over perfumed Harlots Roe while children in the attics look for candy nice and slow. Plaster slats are creaking and the ceilings weak and sure, Ground fine, ground fine, ground finer cream of tartar eases flow. Your drywallers are drunkards while the maSONS LAY THEIR BLOCK, the roofers on the ground wiping generations on his socks. Becoming Cleansed With The Accordance and Receive A Tithings Floe, For Treasure Has Always Been A Prize- Centuries Sage And Ages. The Deceivers Say Flatly In Their Accord Bitter Liquor Eve And Glow Sent Many A Man On Chase Pursuit Intent To Find Wealth Alone. Cartography IS Science Rejection Dictation Understanding That They Know. While Native lands Untouched by Hands Civilities Long Ago, Deep In The Ocean Are Where There's Resting Until Their Final Show. [I don't Understand]
[at 3:00 pm 121/15/2021 We Rode TOGETHER] Let Us Prepare For The Greatest Harvests And Dine Upon All The Lies- Branding Sure And Strong Gets Pressed ShRieks The Tender Thigh. Loving Lies Loving Thighs Demise Upon Deserving, Too Long Gone On Too Many Died While diligently Serving. Lies And Fried Up Super Sizing Upon The Walls Gelatinous UNWORTHY Herds, And As Goats Smell of [urine], dropping most food and waste more. 3:11 pm 12/15/2021 unedited
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