Gramercy of this aroint,
doth she come?
Sirrah crown cries well met,
doth she come?
Ye wast in a hurry.
Aroint! Thy heads were seel.
Aye, thou art nay dispatches.
Aye, thou art woe.
Thou wouldst be dead.
Hark now hie!
Hark now hie!
Anon! The shadow chilled, mimikri and frosted with domineering dogma.
Thou wast trying escape and melt with thy magna carta.
The shadow was asking thee about crossroad and miniatur epic.
Who always doth fighting versus tyrannical peasant of lingua sacra?
Nay! The shadow given the souls and was sparkling in purgatory, but the light is so poor.
Accepted the unfathomable ferocity,
yearning all the while as patriacal era?
Aberrant behavior is chalked forth to tradition by robbed some of its faith, aroint thee!
Canonized the triumphant for dram of science or saint paramilitia?
Neither of these seems as blurring and ambigu answer.
Why should not members of the holy
suffering paranoia?
The shadow already blended patriach rebels, prithee!
His eyes twinkled criptically as luminated magenta and elegia.
The shadow built antedates canonization and say, "God-den Padre, gramercy!"
He goes through on his hurlyburly journey and ever reflected pareidolia.
Five beldams ate many doits, flying in the dunnest sky.
The shadow was striking tabor, unyoke, hasta la vista!
I LOSS OF INNOCENT MIND
I was thought birth from pleasure
Co-created by God and my parents
Sperm met egg but was I here before
No control wasn't asked to be brought here, I am innocent, birth in sin yet....
Where is my eyes, in front of my mind, LOSS OF INNOCENT MIND
It's easy to find, my thoughts in kind
If I know nothing more, no knowledge, no recollect
Mind clean as a virgin (untouched) but as I aged I've fallen
Remembrance responsive obedience in kind,I lost my innocent mind
The blessings all my good deeds, who would believe
I would conceive in my mind such evil deeds
My strong points, kindness, success, strength and strong points
Shall I be caught up and be engaged and being aroint
I'm crazy, what lazy but it's my choice to keep or lose my innocence mind
I'm accountable a blunder defective onus over right infirmity
It's easy to find, my thoughts in kind
If I know nothing more, no knowledge, no recolect
Mind clean as a virgin (untouched) but as I aged I've fallen
Remembrance responsive obedience in kind...
I lost my innocent mind
2/11/18
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