I should turn into sleep
But my pain has eaten up the night.
A pain that is not my own
Yet I feel it like chilly water from the morning shower.
I shake my head from left to right
Since nothing at this moment happens to be right;
Like a Cobra, hypocrisy cloaked by intelligence and righteousness strikes at time.
Now the clock is broken, only correct twice in a day.
A correctness that means nothing academically nor is coordinated without loud pseudo ticking.
I write in pitiful strokes
Forced to stare in wonder at the master strokes of evil genius that has flogged pity home.
Date not noted.
The first boss has flowed with the currant of berries disappearing into blackness.
One here plus one there minus the later one equals one.
Home alone, he finds himself with grand masters
The things written on the wind
Come and go like a gentle breeze
Yet the guilty see a tornado
Snitching once is a mistake, twice is coincidence, thrice is your village people, a likely fourth leads to ostracism.
The bells will tell and the dead will hear.
Let the silence be distinguished from noise if it depends on a wise choice.
The second boss is blue and white.
The goddess and the ship enter the waters.
May the sea not drown them we pray.
Ask of my welfare if I am sick and I shall soon be well.
For when the hand of peace takes bites while online on twitter,
I would say then that God is greater than the doctor.
One should be able to see that the good God watches the evil of men like videos
And like a teaches he marks X for their wrongs and bad answers.
I am not your judge, I am your accomplice.
The third boss, call him the main boss was not in Congress.
The Roman emperor Vitus of stoic disposition meditated with him the other night
And blood tried to frame him.
He has promised to receive assistance.
Nobody believes talk and do
Until they do.
The man of the club Jay, the king, the vices involved to preside, finally the years that goes. All has received assistance.
Always sing of loyalty as you don't.
Always acknowledge God as your helper as you don't .
Remember God works through men.
They are all in one group and they claim to have to have the mandate, I don't disagree.
Oh Acrimony, pay alimony to removed wombs and mediate between arguments the break film asunder and dissect the elements of right and wrong.
No one is to blame, no one.
I would read your minds if you let me
But some minds suck you in and never let go.
Hypocrisy is the best way to hide our vices.
The only way to stay humble and sane trying to avoid judgement by man.
On the day of Pentecost, those still unexposed will be exposed by tiny tongues of fire.
Fear not, men that know if your indiscretions, of your secret sins are coded, they shall not betray you to the elements.
If you are hot, be hot, don't freeze any daughter of Isreal.
Speaking in the present continuous,
I have come to my last sentence
And I have left only to say
That you leave the judging to God and remember to read your Bible and your last
For the second coming comes twice
And you first hast to pass the one before the last.
To be cont'd