Tis a trilogy of trial she whispered to her mother.
A sassy sad song of only a brother...he heard the winds of change,
jingling in his pocket of rocks.
They had tasted the dirt nap, and were eager to rise over the other side of the sand.
Thats the taste of the of thirst you know, when you vaguely believe that dirt can turn to whine,
or wonder if the water is safe to swim in because of the money sharks, and hustlers.
Eager to draw you into a spot you from a large scale room of doom and simpletones...excited they were.
She quietly bestows yet another gift upon her favor, and without labor pains she become the mother.
Their faces change time and again this time slow slowly she could see and understand the trade she was making.
Old to young, half straight have insame...she pulled through memories of faces and all the same?
One in oddity her memory banks on this.
Traversed realms of healing songs and the battle raises on and the tourna quit of death was upon her religiously.
She shimmers and quakes at human mistakes...was you made up?
Or were you made on?
And I never saw your daughter.
Just there the same she was my twin,
I didn' recognize my beauty fading on the hourside of Shamrocks.
Called me a lioness of barren something.
Took my children from me.
To hide from the oven.
Keep the mock cornerstone of reputation.
Its all called past, and future is ambition.
And it is just a trilogy of humanity, she whispered to her brother.
Burn the fires and rage the night.
Pictures worth a thousand words.
Halving, seen the dark and broke the chain.
Whisper again there to my sister.
Jude.
A sassy sad song of only a brother...he heard the winds of change,
jingling in his pocket of rocks.
They had tasted the dirt nap, and were eager to rise over the other side of the sand.
Thats the taste of the of thirst you know, when you vaguely believe that dirt can turn to whine,
or wonder if the water is safe to swim in because of the money sharks, and hustlers.
Eager to draw you into a spot you from a large scale room of doom and simpletones...excited they were.
She quietly bestows yet another gift upon her favor, and without labor pains she become the mother.
Their faces change time and again this time slow slowly she could see and understand the trade she was making.
Old to young, half straight have insame...she pulled through memories of faces and all the same?
One in oddity her memory banks on this.
Traversed realms of healing songs and the battle raises on and the tourna quit of death was upon her religiously.
She shimmers and quakes at human mistakes...was you made up?
Or were you made on?
And I never saw your daughter.
Just there the same she was my twin,
I didn' recognize my beauty fading on the hourside of Shamrocks.
Called me a lioness of barren something.
Took my children from me.
To hide from the oven.
Keep the mock cornerstone of reputation.
Its all called past, and future is ambition.
And it is just a trilogy of humanity, she whispered to her brother.
Burn the fires and rage the night.
Pictures worth a thousand words.
Halving, seen the dark and broke the chain.
Whisper again there to my sister.
Jude.