So as E and I both know
our wives don’t;
( never even met.. )
and a heritage above them
still to be told, as Monk may only know
and if his words were true then chill out
Truth (Truth as Eli as Truth right now is Eli), should’ve taken a seat...
thought about the ordinances,
not really realizing that sometimes I could be older, and thought about our differences...
Pardon me as one knew longer then the other and wanted the scoop before thau,
and we’ve now given her a little nihao,
as they both go to war, for thousands of years over some holy lands, that make you too sky high, celebrating life over the mountain one day, and for those celebrating getting by, with children non the less
go over the mountain of thin;
and they start thinning thin..
gasping..
and negotiations after the universe start..
( die.. )
and families over the thought of burning
burn by...
the wild they say... The wild...
Intrusive
the knife by my throat
and then lucidly wake up
to nutrients
( in my mouth.. )
No pardons.. No excuses..
Whenever they meet I hope they speak of the good ol’ lands, and higher times
with feeling like your throat has such thinning sands..
Waves by Beaches,
Children picking Roses...
and pickling them down;
Piece by piece,
they sit; as children eat..
Would you offer yours to your children?
The fabric of life...
Temporary l, as we took/take nothing...
When you sing you lose the accent..
did you think of that??
Some try, but still thinking of how you made my boy get by...
All I saw was a lot of park and adventure..
But he’s responsible..
Digressing...
It’s about you 3 and how in
memoirs and memories we leave
our own holy and breaded life,
I don’t wanna hear your just getting by;
cause war is life and that’s my men..
troops to each other..
now at 30 plus considered even by ourselves at 12 dead men..
And you guys take us for tolls,
hope ing
as it’s not us the mistake..
Will you rip his f@&g heart out?
so what if you’re a little unfocused..
believe it or not, this kid right here takes notice...
