The furor of air the cascades of panoramas
The citation does air contention of my opinions
The aging of one love and the treachery of the next what will it be for the ones that wail in the silent nights yet the screams don't vibrate through the aura of the spectrum
The absurdity of mentally ill academy just the prime of my act upon the ones she know she tore
Fennel seeds are no voyage of my sinner of mystery yet beloved why the grace measure
Daughters of all vengeance yet the bodies of deaths don't prosper amid gravel
Crossing each heart glare the pleasure
Man is to man either they ghost or be spooked
Collusion is the act of other congress violence that leases the barrage of rum and whiskey
Arriving at the existence yet the essences is not what humans ceased to reckon
We are encircling our tracks so no one is aware of our past or hurts
Baggage is meant to leave with the therapy of one manner of vitality
Spirit doesn't just lurk in the dark when they are called upon
Kissing and teasing is the art of creation that is yet to happen just like the challenge of the beast is a full platter being allotted as a feast of the frontier
I am not someone they think I am
Initiation of fire yet its the end of an era
Tamara of all gravity may be ceased as her fantasies and attainment is a craft of an alpha women
Scatter the blood that pours into the cup of virgins
Chaos in the friction of hope lover or not
Of course, I was drugged, and so heavily that I did not regain
consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to
discover that I had been ruined, and for some days I was inconsolable,
I am my silence more rested more chilled just like Tamara's aura to lure the man into her chamber I am who will allure the equivalent
But the inference of prevention is me who will judge yet the judgment is farther by one creek of odds
All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we can attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near
Writing saga is the edict of weaving a sequel of lies to arrive at a considerable reality
Neither it hints nor projects your needs but more so just the gap between reality vs dreamland
Notoriety pleader want to be her
But no one can hear if women lie in the arm of lovers instead of the capture of dreams like a wolf pouncing over every objective
Who are we subjective to the oaths or the objective of one adrenaline rush
The devil doesn't seek attention he is who will walk in and have all heads turn
The cracker of shots blurs the percentage of drunkness
I am a fool to you
But not a saint
Forever I will be Tamara
I shall not bargain with my throne in an exhibition of low privileges
La plus belle des ruses du diable est de Vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas."
("The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.")