Scheme powered the titanium dioxide of the vicious
Mold the battlefield of torn and raise
Newser of the great old English Germans engulfed the beaded source of pride and leaders
Scan of decent belongings jigs the seeds of grace
Deeds of all shall be done within the empathize of fiction that cave with the ground of swill roses
Jiggle your vengeful source of vengeance deal
Both the king sisters and son were disposed on the dais with dignity served
The hearts were uplifted with higher strains of courage and freight
That expanse was scarce with social table
I am like a Fraser who should mark
An inland company
Sights of own seeing just creep within the skin of an atmosphere
Classic ain't it
But no one will ever stop the science behind one's human theory that is not just proven through the eyes of Philosophy but also in the distinctive arts of poetry that not just rupture your heart but the soul that is attached within your body
Science plays with different theology but never has contradicted nature
Verbs of vocal
Being photogenic of phonetic
Perhaps arts are not hard to clarify but the theory that has to mislead us in a missile of thoughts
Mansion of ocean crumple in pieces but a fiction of possessive collision just doesn't align with the pitch of pleasure
A comprehensive volatile damaged soul
Don't spatter on the ground of blood
When the wrong one will just crumple into the pieces of a small organism
Sleep as you shall but don't fall in the dark hole where there is no way out
Silence of old geometry just scarce your expectation on how the world of deathly night function
I am chipping down the pieces folded caves
In the spark of looking for a crystal that was hard to crack open from its geometrical side
Subjective is not the answer of one critical thinking
Being unpleasant on the blood of beautiful taste is not a calm composure that holds its content of the world together
Loves of waves clash in dispute of red airy of forensic
Deliberately you plush against the skin of your senator
Words just escape in the gap of old voices
You are beyond the opposite of human desire said the senator
But the veins of endorphins are just a sequel of pessimistic life
Ain't it funny how you laugh at the anatomy of configuring a figure
The only geniuses elicited by the chaos of society are those who do something about it Chaos spawns geniuses
It offers a man something to be a genius about
Yet you yearn for the spiteful taste of human greed
On fixation of delta disease that holds the mutation of many
Army surges but the lord sacrifices
How the lord will lead if the offspring was contraindicated by its guilt to rule
The saying that was started by Sigmund Freud
He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret
If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore
But don't allow the words of kink to disgust his citizens
As planned of freedom comes beyond just responsibility that has bound frivolity of empty shell