Its Human Yo

Since remarks from the T.V, and a stocking of my soul to breathe... I relax eagerly when I await the heat and see that nothing come's out of me unless I can be free- now they said in many many books that this is how we plead, the defiance of a boarder stronger and foreigner as the hoarder from outer space descends, but like my mentor contends with me as I ease into the heavenly shrine above mine, I allow for only a sanctimony of time, like I would wonder if my gun no longer shined- and my face only ate pine, and my body enveloped love of binds rather than the free floating chime... I was a walker and yet no more than the other stalker a boat bought in a saunter.