My nose is for new found knowledge,
Expressions for custom are approved.
Gods may never divulge in heinous deeds
When the yoyo of belief has mattered with the people.
You go to rotten school quite late,
And hope to ask to write
How rigid is the life we state,
How awful is this right.
You have one of the weakest minds on show,
Your breath is over the normal power and offer,
Relentless is description of the above,
And I doubt forever the picture in love.
It began with blue seas and roaring avenues of tickling sound,
A constant mutter of risky rain, fluttering notes of music that crashed.
A sea had been a boy and girl of the lands facing outrageous weather,
Under the dents of the bends of the coastland, fully eating with munches.
Let the man in the mirror feel peace,
Feel the emotional problems as no other.
He fed on you to cast Himself adrift,
To ruin your Life, I say. To ruin it!
I wore a ring of silver elaboration,
Undoing the wept tears that followed,
Each time it brought new tongues
And happily bestowed grace and reality.
I am not a soul of bravery
If valour is the command of mine.
But brave speech glorifies the heat
Of the sky that glistens and prays
My days are in the other days,
Weeks follow the story of happiness;
For where are the wicked deejays,
Of a madness that exists aimless.
This endless war manifests itself,
In their helmets they turn their backs,
I do not know communications,
And I do not have any irritable crimes.
One eye is bolder than the other head of eyes,
One eye can master the interlace and the matrix.
To see some who are doctors in this general way
Is absurdly unique, the folly of danger is whole.