The story of a thief

When I look at the humans occupying space around this sovereign design. I realize how little effort they believe they'll have to give in to when the shit hits the fan. I hope they learn how to butcher. That's what they're being reduced to! Fore anyone to deceive that the truth made soldiers of U.S. awe when the chips are down. We the victims are now on our weigh to finding out.

This place where honor owns my heart, has no rest. The carnage has resonated and the confused be-mused are so infused that, extreme realities have displaced the won they participated in. Getin some of that prophetic gazing in. The drums keeps pounding a rhythm, to the lame. Ladeladade, watch out got that tree!

Now if you wanted to ever deduce probabilities. When one organized crime gets absorbed, the perpetuation continues in another form usually the diametrically opposed nemeses state. You run paradigms and acceptable nemeses arguments and you've succeeded in perpetuating ancient RHONE! This has and awe weighs has been the innate design. Like grandma's apple pie. Politics is proof, that it's the evil twin of a swindler, with a violin, now an expensive violin, the one you could've got your great grand children, with the lesson's, violin! Like that made the drowning of the obliviously stupid any less lethal!

A classic thief would at the least give the peasants salsa and tortuous! OH, next there will be a , killer algae. Yeah, that's it. A war paralleling the war on awe fronts of our consciousness. My bad, made you look! Fucks!