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The Folklore Reviels Truth
The riddle of three
With a commity that we
Still have ligitimitely
To form and sit by the sea
As a reason for right
When the season at night
Can be cold but, even if flight
Crossed the ocean for the
Co-operation of sight
To be right
Germanic Tribes
without
Hispanic scribes
to tantalize
All of the wise
to fantasize
and realize
That the path of the sorrow
can still do math for tommorow
when the tax that we borrow
is an elastic for torrow
to be understood as a Torrah
for us tommor'a
for my encore'a
to spell the door ya
need to not confuse the wish
of four years of waters clues with fish
without the news to miss
my fame abused to diss
The problem of age
to seek the bottomless page
and bleak as Autom is rage
is realized as the start of a cage
being opened
because we are trapped each year for
the leaves to be fallen
but summer is almost here
and thats a beach with a plot I'm..
needing to see because I'm trapped at the line
where the 49th parrellel
attaches to time
of the lines
of countries with names
that are now named but confused for the truth
of the 50th parrellel and the upper american
confused for our youth
to not see the clues
of oceans swimming with lemons
which is the sourness of eternaty
if we can't see heaven
and voices let in
by the time chosen to spot
four weeks
and shore peaks
hieghts that have been exposed
but forgot
to have a ownership plot
on many layers of maps
and the confusion of the word city
and populations numbers
undisplaced from the traps
of who gets what
and what hieght we are at connects to our soul
as visual sight if can a valley that has not excepted our fall
to move the wall
of a sister city on a island quite far
but related on a sign called abbotsford
where i live
Which is more or less just a bar
to fuel not war
but something that has hope for tommorow
and the scope of what used to be an island
kiddy corner to the land that is blessed with the coral
as a place for retirment when a life has the time
for the wonder of needing eternal
kids having kids to retire
with education no sqid
I hate how important the truth is
to export confusing us = useless
when the problem enfuses
tricks to cough up more clues cause
Hate till you meet me
exposed as AC and DC
that replaces what we see
and an angel releasing
strange hell increasing
12 billion
tell children
about lifes hard ways
To sell pigeons
real engines
spilled into an award prayed
for by so many
order is still to come from this
33 degrees
the equators average tempature
unmutalated for peace
to be contined
to be continued
With a commity that we
Still have ligitimitely
To form and sit by the sea
As a reason for right
When the season at night
Can be cold but, even if flight
Crossed the ocean for the
Co-operation of sight
To be right
Germanic Tribes
without
Hispanic scribes
to tantalize
All of the wise
to fantasize
and realize
That the path of the sorrow
can still do math for tommorow
when the tax that we borrow
is an elastic for torrow
to be understood as a Torrah
for us tommor'a
for my encore'a
to spell the door ya
need to not confuse the wish
of four years of waters clues with fish
without the news to miss
my fame abused to diss
The problem of age
to seek the bottomless page
and bleak as Autom is rage
is realized as the start of a cage
being opened
because we are trapped each year for
the leaves to be fallen
but summer is almost here
and thats a beach with a plot I'm..
needing to see because I'm trapped at the line
where the 49th parrellel
attaches to time
of the lines
of countries with names
that are now named but confused for the truth
of the 50th parrellel and the upper american
confused for our youth
to not see the clues
of oceans swimming with lemons
which is the sourness of eternaty
if we can't see heaven
and voices let in
by the time chosen to spot
four weeks
and shore peaks
hieghts that have been exposed
but forgot
to have a ownership plot
on many layers of maps
and the confusion of the word city
and populations numbers
undisplaced from the traps
of who gets what
and what hieght we are at connects to our soul
as visual sight if can a valley that has not excepted our fall
to move the wall
of a sister city on a island quite far
but related on a sign called abbotsford
where i live
Which is more or less just a bar
to fuel not war
but something that has hope for tommorow
and the scope of what used to be an island
kiddy corner to the land that is blessed with the coral
as a place for retirment when a life has the time
for the wonder of needing eternal
kids having kids to retire
with education no sqid
I hate how important the truth is
to export confusing us = useless
when the problem enfuses
tricks to cough up more clues cause
Hate till you meet me
exposed as AC and DC
that replaces what we see
and an angel releasing
strange hell increasing
12 billion
tell children
about lifes hard ways
To sell pigeons
real engines
spilled into an award prayed
for by so many
order is still to come from this
33 degrees
the equators average tempature
unmutalated for peace
to be contined
to be continued
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