Idolatarers, it hath fail. <br />Thy weighty days. <br /> Thy religion is dribbling, thou hate. <br />Thy glassful theories are poor, today. <br />Thy chance is a viper. O' change. <br /> <br />Many methods of ‘' chemical boss''. <br />Hear the story of the ‘' Lie of this world'' <br />that was a lie not before. <br />Men grew whiskey on a book, <br />and ageing to break time, mine a hook. <br />A man who's the wisest fool cooked. <br />A flesh of thought to croak in our love and lust. <br />Love us or dir to dust. <br />and love thou won, won't trade we whole. <br /> <br />Goggle stole my owl flash and <br />the school of my feet numbered we nuffin. <br />He nudges his age weak-wise. <br />Author attended authors assault and Author'' author. <br />Bring me the books of the world <br />let me read to death. <br /> For my hands are mighty, great gods of the earth. <br /> <br />As a child, I have a child, he has stood by my side. <br />One word of a single scripture of no author <br />consorted the black air. <br /> <br />My arms felt the dust of a departed space <br />so I sneezed and spoke;
