Congregate past the ivory gate, in the kingdom that supersedes hate, with no demise to escape. Confabulate to demoralize me, but isolated men with destructive tendencies, are a sect I don’t abide in. The gate holds your attack, walls infallible, impenetrable barrier. Tabulate innate activity, to prevent the converse with desolate apathy, Compassion please, otherwise you’re thrown out of the city. Concourse seen, a little gritty without a proper itinerary Evil’s conniving, meticulous and thriving. While loyalty is barely surviving, on its death bed starving, rhythmic rise, rebirth and proper compromise, the seed to what’s right, life is love right? Plateau where the battle unfolds, hate and love fight so bold, at the end hugging and loving in a push and pull relationship, convict them both of wrongs, because it seems they are both one, with the manipulation of emotion controlling every notion, that filters and trickles into the divine mind, an heirloom forgotten as entertainment is sought, we’ve truly been bought, but my underwear is silk, indelible filth, and I’m wearing them still. Can a virgin be pure when dissemination of disease is said to come from her lips, tickling with titillating sensations threat-less. Breathless euphoria, relieved from distress, meet the mire, exposure like radiation we’re conduced to, maintaining equanimity, though with weakened composure, bringing closure to life with agility and incredible ability all resigned to sloth, laziness to cause strife. Partner assigned according to civility, acting fake with no compatibility, reveal the way to firmament veins, let the bloody liquid rain down and reign in the community congealed. Flush it down the tubes let it rush through luscious territory, to the bottom of iniquity, facing contrite inability.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 17:33:14 +0000
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