The liquored up skyline where the sun cradles the mundane magic of the sunset with a fastidious misconception of the frivolous bitter cold silhouette.
Held the hand of the man in that bullet ridden bullet proof vest and I am that man that lays at rest and the aliens are the ones left as a scatterbrained virtuous test.
A delirious satire of unwitty turmoil abolishing the predetermination of a facetious occurrence and the dizzy blemish adorns the lucid ocean currents.
A spatter of inconclusive gunfire sprayed all over the Holy Place as it breached the harmonious peace of the Sabbath Day with gunshots all in the squeamish mans face.
Delicious desires clamored a tainted mask of love while enraged with the hells boisterous fires so who am I if you aren’t who I once admired.
Gnashed his gritty teeth on a decision irrationally resembling the dismissal of pure liberation and then specified bombastic insults fidgeting with pure elation.
Tomorrows sorrow gnaws at winds of our yesterdays creation gnashing the residual befitting of the poetical tears embedded for a mere dedication for todays tribulation.
THESE ARE ALL JUST WORDS PERHAPS YOU WILL SEE WHAT KIND OF STORY THE SENTENCES YOU PUT TOGETHER WILL END UP WHISPERING TO YOU IF YOU UTILIZE YOUR INNER THOUGHTS!
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