Idolatarers, it hath fail.
Thy weighty days.
Thy religion is dribbling, thou hate.
Thy glassful theories are poor, today.
Thy chance is a viper. O' change.

Many methods of ‘' chemical boss''.
Hear the story of the ‘' Lie of this world''
that was a lie not before.
Men grew whiskey on a book,
and ageing to break time, mine a hook.
A man who's the wisest fool cooked.
A flesh of thought to croak in our love and lust.
Love us or dir to dust.
and love thou won, won't trade we whole.

Goggle stole my owl flash and
the school of my feet numbered we nuffin.
He nudges his age weak-wise.
Author attended authors assault and Author'' author.
Bring me the books of the world
let me read to death.
For my hands are mighty, great gods of the earth.

As a child, I have a child, he has stood by my side.
One word of a single scripture of no author
consorted the black air.

My arms felt the dust of a departed space
so I sneezed and spoke;