Ambitious Sky

Like I say. I fly, I drive, live and arrive. Power stone, the staff of judgement, the hammer of justice. The Karate punch, empicably different, life of sky. Birds fly? But do they see? Can they eat without guilt. A mind eclipse and peak, I breath, to divulge powerfully. Like I say; Give it to the next man, the bandit, the Robin-Hood. The poor never see flying, they see poverty and absence of wealth. I fly to the lord, request a better body a bondage of freedom, more wealth. A poor-man with heroine, a black-belt in poverty. No fusion is right with spirit. Breath, punch, fly clearly, yes clearly I say. Philosophies of the McDonalds chain, both in abscent poverty. Breath once more, punch and breath discipline.