I starred into the ways <br />Thus the hypocrisy is in the images <br />Yes the eloquence is in the images. <br /> <br />I starred into the ways <br />Captivated in the city that <br />Harshses beauty. <br />You know the beauties, <br />So don't fail to use the key. <br /> <br /> <br />The keys are the lamp. <br />A key opens the vase growing <br />lamp with myrrh fuelled with floury frankincense. <br /> <br />The leader is rigth but the fruity <br />burnt cinnamon in the river of wiggly tank dropp by bit. <br /> <br />Dip a tip to the honey beside the cabin <br />The taste is the sweetest of voice to be captured. <br />Use the sweet link to arrest the angels wanderring voice. <br />The other hive key is the play-pen. <br />Tie the ringlet to the verse <br />then sing to the angel-sentry. <br />They shall flow on choruses and verses <br />But before the angels park <br />stop and change the raiment. <br />Use the violin to open the park. <br />Dress with a snow and sing to slow. <br /> <br />Beauties shall dress you with <br />lunar girdle, with piano and rebranded horns. <br /> <br />Dont be praised. <br />When the chorus is over <br />You shall be in the city.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-of-angels-5/
