Succumb
9-16-21
Yet to succumb for one medallion
More than just noise
In all poise for one who lived it out
Of one hundred across in going to make fish nonetheless
As to climb between and succumb in a frowning mark not the vision as well as for abs
In Ezrin whoever he was in jest there it is the theme
Mudpuddling in other tunnels of individuality
When I put on the shoes for the duration in Tulsa time
Thus season passing along the genres to our fort Journeyman
Our love of good ground.....
Flesh With Its Match
9-16-21
O, my soul and in rejoicing in all of he world
With our thing as to do the ordeal in you
Still twice down upon me
In this zoo of zest and zeal where strings clasp together
On a wing and a ration and thorns to be driven in the wall
Michelle with my Madagascar making prayer to go there tomorrow
On one of my cash days thee for one could drip dogs in their fight
For us and to watch over our abode
It's still a clamoring round talking much to the third chapter of myths
Reinstating the paradise of the lover
And now ye, the Fisher.....
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