Darazdeblek unveiled the path and
Sustained our fate with nonsensical sentences...
"At the surface of the river Glance
Whistle the taboos of a mystified aesthete chancellor
Dancing around the working loom... "
He said
"I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind...
I wish that you could ever glow sometimes...
Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance
And my prick is what you'll feel... "
Torn ! Tasks ! Machines ! Tempted properties...
The looming chancellor swings among the mango women-leaves
This taste for sweet noise delivers the disease !
Man ! In those lands of wasted words we pray for silent wind...
And sing
"I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind...
I wish that you could ever glow sometimes...
Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance
And my prick is what you'll feel... "
Our fella came to us to ask for redemption...
And as a good claimer gave us gifts of compassion,
And told us about his dissident brother
Who was born in an eagle glove and
Above us wanted to tower...
But the Sword and the Wreck
The Clash and wheels of time
The eagle crushed the glove
And in the forth finger he died
And moaned
"I wish that you could ever read what's on my mind...
I wish that you could ever glow sometimes...
Within those days I'll dance above the river Glance
And my prick is what you'll feel... "
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