Quantic
2-17-16
Split the circle and let's get to the underground
I wanted others to Him besides these gathered
O, that it can mean to those why want to see but art blind
O, never mind
The best part of waking is Black Silk and all shaking
All for the slipstream
Let's get overground
We are greedy dogs that can never get enough
Of all the good stuff
In the freeze frame, saith the Lord
Keep judgment and do justice
For my salvation is near to come
Here's one for our quantic degree
I no longer care for it....
Quintessential (Next Word)
2-17-16
For our fifth part of our gallon of liquor
And music interval encompassing five diatonic degrees
Allow such to make my nonsense of it upon stormy seas
In all quintessence
Come ye, I fetch wine
As we fill ourselves with strong drink Put a smile on and a piece of me, baby
Who is the man that fears Him
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord, strong and mighty!
With five whole tones
And two semitones
Don't bother, don't fret
Don't steal
May tossed salad be your next meal
Quintessential......
O, Preserve Me
2-17-16
She held onto me so tight
Where a man makes a picture
And we still take for granted our light fixture
O, may it be a marvelous mixture
For our perchant liking and taste
In our powerhouse of all haste for strength and potential
The righteous perish and the little brother still asks
What is it that you cherish
Not man lays it to heart
For merciful men taken away
And none consider
Do right, sleep well
Hang tight and turn on your Dell....
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