you see god rewards the members of lifes allusion to cristianity
even if its by brute force
the passion inside people when it careses the violin metamorphisises whilst posing due to sexual desire
women perform their function along with the dictates of the violin
there is that music again
there is the sheep flock all wooly
and the director of the symphony that understands djdjnkhu language
and surfs the foamy surf whilst dancing the polka
he obseses, about human nobility, good hammars bad in to a peacefull,
posture
its just someone trying to make a quick buck a pose nonetheless far from a sumptuous four poster bed and a good piece of female
whatever leads you to halucinatio allegories of beautys altar]]
, yes there maybe no god but life is for cristians, and wer in a garde unfortunately there are a few thorns in the rose bush
but i love waves better
and better feasts but its a secret
and whenn life gets to good because of the harvest we can drum up an idea that is unpervertable
that dosent forge tecology
its voluminous
direction sun
not phased
future
or womens privates
most important to the destiny of nations
i avoid huricanes what do you do for a living
i chase clouds
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I would like to translate this poem