The Eye of Piece

Sometimes I cannot torture integrity, Since all I have is consolidations and disparity. They say a mind of a liar have no peace, With all disputes I had to gain momentum and push on the preace. Shady shades of shallow shadows shriveled shameless from a sharp eye, Inner soul got exervaded, bones got masculated. Smooth slide inside muddy puddles, Ironically, I was feeding myself with waffles. Tedious twinkle from the eye's piece got me shaking, I even though pain was on its way of spanking. Soft breeze, smooth squeeze, deep freeze, got a quick sneeze, I think I'm a pathetic geeze. From a momentary perception my heart got ice cold, Together with my smile, the sores were gold. Linking up with my sense of humor, I thought my life had a lifetime happy tumor. From thereafter all was happening in my life was gummy, Just sticky, viscous but I enjoyed chewing my happiness as a source of living, everything was non glummy. I've chosen peace over everything, Because the life we're living is full of disputes, But not the warm givings. The land of darkness gave me the birds eye to not fumble beneath the presence of my haters and those who act dim on my vision.