Contretemps

O Partha this war have come of his own like a open door to heaven; happy are the kshatriyas who attain a war like this... - Bhavagad Gita 

How many of them is still even there?
Is the vaccine the mark of the beast or do I need to read Revelations again
Life expunges the excrescence of pain and I must still endure it's excision, 

cleaning my muddy heart on my thigh for a child unborn
Life is after my consomme, discounting my continence
If that which is good is returned to, does the return meet safety
Are you afraid or guilt riddled?
Zombieing a la extenuating equals life.
Goodness fallen short, patience overlapped

and now celestial justice call out her markers
Man walks into a party with ferrets trying to give people the business, it's a mind your own business keep your ferret in check

Every fork in the road requires a sign, a marker, surety, Ha!
Life says give him enough pain to run him mad,
Coming in line perfectly is the coming in line, a line in the dark
Trying to sell me an exigency, a farce and not succeeding, different people using one mind, who wouldn't laugh at the imitation of humanity 

The goal is to humanize them all, was, they're gone
Do people forget, or do they just continue,

Your love hangs around like a puppy or an erect penis and must whimper back into the dark, zipped.
There are going to be Emu in the zones, You too can make them out
It's like a boulder of a vagina
Threatening to suck you in. With anger so strong you'd fuck a diastema 
I read all sutras because They read what you read and use it to attack your mind
Lagos is now a phone, Nature must scale me through 
With the sting comes the thought 

When self righteousness meets wants

One must ask if one's value will ever be seen

by Company or among those one align with

We need the other Furtive, a ship needs two sides.

fighting thee devil and mind control, if so why bet on vengeance

How do you turn four legs into two and not find condescend in the undress and transmutation and still smile down the aisle.

The Buddha said focus on the land of Amitayus

called utmost bliss inventing self deception for the pain

I picture half a plot with pot and a party and it sure seems nice. Oh! I trudge, finally

Tainted and rigged, the devil hates functionality 

aware of the evil in the family contretemps is wasted effort and emotional blackmail, it's a what will you do, well I waste it. Efforts are sawdust in a pen

Temperoal warmth

They ingest the guilt that convert them

This is too shall pass, but so will time and clime

Climb, customs are the curses of the stagnated

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