Sing little doves,I hear your song, sounds like love; in touch. Breath in the ancient breath from the Sun can cripple us or rebuild us. Watching the Sun at dusk as it levitates; crust dust, up. Light and dark mixed up stirred with love.
When does dark end and light begin; transfer thin. Look to the east; begin. Fell from heaven, sin; skin, corruption The destruction of this element returns to Corinth when this temple veil rent. Returns to Corinth, get it; circulation and circumcision above and beyond any cares. of criticism.
Unplugged from the system; stay consistent, persistent it has been written; Babylon smitten.
Shine like a prism; Muslim, Buddha and christian. Head shakes; imprisoned blood flows crimson.
Can you imagine a place were eternal fruit grows gold; gates no more darkness, Peter waits.
What is life's rythem do we vibrate all the way to all existence is the skin the only residence; mental, soul, hot cold control you mind conquer time some are still blind; cause and effects, perplexed. There is a next but it's in the spirit, listen hear it.
What is a spirit; can you see it, smell, taste or touch it. Do it right now, reach up and touch it, can't do it; there is a firmament, split.so sing little doves, your song is sick.
When does dark end and light begin; transfer thin. Look to the east; begin. Fell from heaven, sin; skin, corruption The destruction of this element returns to Corinth when this temple veil rent. Returns to Corinth, get it; circulation and circumcision above and beyond any cares. of criticism.
Unplugged from the system; stay consistent, persistent it has been written; Babylon smitten.
Shine like a prism; Muslim, Buddha and christian. Head shakes; imprisoned blood flows crimson.
Can you imagine a place were eternal fruit grows gold; gates no more darkness, Peter waits.
What is life's rythem do we vibrate all the way to all existence is the skin the only residence; mental, soul, hot cold control you mind conquer time some are still blind; cause and effects, perplexed. There is a next but it's in the spirit, listen hear it.
What is a spirit; can you see it, smell, taste or touch it. Do it right now, reach up and touch it, can't do it; there is a firmament, split.so sing little doves, your song is sick.
Blackhemmingway~2014π
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