We're waiting for the government to change
it's horrifying practice
And take away our money made
for glorifying tactice
That all our money's gone to help
for fortifying latice
When all the things our money's meant
is poorer modes of gratis
So all our time is wealthier
for owner fair'ed access
When all our lives now owned by them
are burried doary factus
So all we take is meant as ours
for story satus maxus
When all our time amounts to breath
for stated glory tactus
Categories:
tactus, analogy, care, change, community,
Form: Quatrain
Death tegit et mens impetro lost in tempore.
Desidero labris tuis
Quantum olim Jesus.
Deum nos, sed fieri sentio traditur.
Tulit te sine cogitatione me
Vota
Somnis
Spes esse te
Hopefully, quod futurum esse
I tactus decipiaris
Vestra rideat
Deus me ludos iocosque
Media cadunt
Et somnium somnio
Sed somnis deficeretur
Porrigere I
Sed ne tetigeritis
Commodule me manent
Non flevi
Venio
Erimus sicut speravimus semper, mi.
Categories:
tactus, lost loveme,
Form: Rhyme