• When the electricity between our two hearts collide a cosmic reaction occurs.
Like when the red ferns are in bloom.
When destiny penetrates there is only one certain resolution-
There is no certain end.
Why adapt when thy can confront?
I a carpet bagger search for humble retreat.
The atonement of thy mercy is pressed within thy womb.
Give me a thimble and I will give you a mountain.
Give me your spirit and I will give you my soul.
Give me only modest courtesy, will only bring defeat.
A transaction is a must...
Yield prosperous inquiry...
And you shed no defeat.
Definitive purpose...
Vicarious spoil...
The garden in harvest...
The berries aboil stew mischief indeed...
The witch casts her spell, I run in worried escape....
I flee to my destined place.
The Shrangrila persists with only God and I alone.
Till he casts me down below the wandering clouds...
I am reserved for proper use.
You are intrigued to your own discovery and education of self worth
I the legendary...
recall no time...
But the will of your disenchantment is the revolution you must leave.
To withdraw is to bring Genesis to anew...
I am immersed in glory and relief.
Arthur come..
I is yours.
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
Till tomorrow
When the rivers come to the sea...
I float immersed in the constant flow...
Till the Mississippi reaches the Atlantic..
I wait
I wait
I wait.
Till you come to our...
To our
To our
Destined place.
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