Ethereal song, Refrain's pinnaccle
My voice soar to nothingness
Lost I in such cooing existence
How to anchor when there’s rancor swelling?
A stinky puss cell eats the flesh of clear brooks.
Where crocodile skin covers the arena of giving?
How to anchor when there’s rancor swelling? A stinky puss cell eats the flesh of clear brooks. Where crocodile skin covers the arena of giving Indeed; where crocodile skin covers the arena of giving, there will be puss, stinky puss, that must be put out. Why anchor when this rotting rancour spews its stench all over the land! No, arise, Catrina, set to sail again, and with swords drawn fight the rancour, and the arena of giving shall again breathe fresh air and give life to all. Not to be rated, as you wish; from me, however, a 'giving' 10. excellent. mark
'like the scourging of the pillar'....melodically find its tune....its last day song that nobody can escape...so delightful of the four angels that brings end to the world.....a poem of prophecy....hope everybody will read this message of reality....thank you and God bless you my dear friend....a Star and 10 +++++
mind-storming write... very meaningful.... put me into deep...deep thoughts... 10+++++ Lovelots, Maia
poignant and meaningful.... very expressive and intense. thank you.
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A wonderfully written piece, profound and raw.