sung in Clerical motion,
with no loss of beat,
no time, or space to retreat.
The Edge of the world is where the demon lies,
no ones gone down that lane, since seeing is believing
honest to my rule,
the need is to give my mind more fuel.
Those who see are silent
By the end of Time who is to be saved?
who will be saved?
the anti or the pro?
way to go sexy ho!!
the taxi guy said he was gay,
the powerful - myopic got in his way,
by the end of the story,
there was no room to stay,
he got shot in his head and there he lay.
The long and short of it :
No man's land,
No short- hand,
concentric circles within concentric triangles
within hordes of minds.
No time for peace before I lay my judgement
Fate : She Bit Me!!
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