veritas
07-13-2018, 01:15 PM
Alex swallowed at the pain so clearly evident in her voice. “we have people like that in our world, too. People who say that freedom is no longer practical, that we must surrender it for a greater common good.”
“Fear them,” she whispered “They are the heart of evil. They tolerate tyranny; excuse it, compromise with it. In so doing, they always bring savagery and death upon the rest of us”.
Papa new guinea skinny, bellies bloat from famine
Believe it Ripley; its time to choose GOD or mammon
Hues of the halcyon crypto sporidium turrets emitted
If the shoe doesn’t fit, who gives a shit? Just make sure that you’re acquitted
Exhibit 9: Monitoring the conscious space-time in between each of your dreams
Conclusion: nothing that they could find is seen exactly as it seems.
Relax! it brings that stuff that seeps within the seams of meager means,
Then manifests as your thoughts begin to grow breeze eager wings.
Where it matters, you don’t. Right has always trumped true
Too soon little red balloon touches the sky that loved you
In the middle of infinity, the spirit’s glow willingly comes thru
In the realm of this vicinity, its appearance isn’t always what it’s up to.
Words, Art, Balance, Flow, placement, and timing bring the magic.
Would you have really lived any different once u knew I was telepathic?
Potential Squandered is the eulogy of the man who’s foolishly tragic
But really when you add it, we is all a useless addict, woozy and famished
Sorry, I Just had to fix me a sandwich, Irony on Rye with cheese
You can’t blame the dog if flops in the dirt and gets fleas
You can blame the frog who stays in the pot as its temp gets raised in degrees
I can only blame myself because I am selfish at my root, u like these leaves?
You can’t fathom how difficult it is to not exceed your speeds, so I turn off time
Shout out to my pet turtles when I was 5, ping and pong, shell shocking the rhyme
“who turned out the lights?” like the sewer gives a clue to your parties’ line
I may be blessed, but this world is losing it, look around, things are hardly fine
The martyrs rise in the autumn skies amidst cries ringing out for justice
I know it is a lot to ask, but the dreams are keys, and you are gonna have to trust us
There aint no time to remind that the mind will always incline to what lust does
Or that a life that is sedentary will certainly start to rust cuz.
I’m high on a love buzz.
“Fear them,” she whispered “They are the heart of evil. They tolerate tyranny; excuse it, compromise with it. In so doing, they always bring savagery and death upon the rest of us”.
Papa new guinea skinny, bellies bloat from famine
Believe it Ripley; its time to choose GOD or mammon
Hues of the halcyon crypto sporidium turrets emitted
If the shoe doesn’t fit, who gives a shit? Just make sure that you’re acquitted
Exhibit 9: Monitoring the conscious space-time in between each of your dreams
Conclusion: nothing that they could find is seen exactly as it seems.
Relax! it brings that stuff that seeps within the seams of meager means,
Then manifests as your thoughts begin to grow breeze eager wings.
Where it matters, you don’t. Right has always trumped true
Too soon little red balloon touches the sky that loved you
In the middle of infinity, the spirit’s glow willingly comes thru
In the realm of this vicinity, its appearance isn’t always what it’s up to.
Words, Art, Balance, Flow, placement, and timing bring the magic.
Would you have really lived any different once u knew I was telepathic?
Potential Squandered is the eulogy of the man who’s foolishly tragic
But really when you add it, we is all a useless addict, woozy and famished
Sorry, I Just had to fix me a sandwich, Irony on Rye with cheese
You can’t blame the dog if flops in the dirt and gets fleas
You can blame the frog who stays in the pot as its temp gets raised in degrees
I can only blame myself because I am selfish at my root, u like these leaves?
You can’t fathom how difficult it is to not exceed your speeds, so I turn off time
Shout out to my pet turtles when I was 5, ping and pong, shell shocking the rhyme
“who turned out the lights?” like the sewer gives a clue to your parties’ line
I may be blessed, but this world is losing it, look around, things are hardly fine
The martyrs rise in the autumn skies amidst cries ringing out for justice
I know it is a lot to ask, but the dreams are keys, and you are gonna have to trust us
There aint no time to remind that the mind will always incline to what lust does
Or that a life that is sedentary will certainly start to rust cuz.
I’m high on a love buzz.