In The Blue Sky I Found A Beautifull Blue Bird Of The New World That Spoke Of Love.. Poem by Vincent Silvertop

Animals decend.
Although each note can be seen
The picture can be seen is twisted.
I attend her hunger.

The rays of love cupid I take and throw at her.
I train in the boring nebulous precipitate,
Waiting to make love with a reawakend jesus christ.
He takes me places, far from the devil.

Away from the reproach from the revelry that has not been.
Away from the fear, And not from the faith in the light and love you.