in the flames of social disorder.
pale as the sun rich as the eternal night flames.
into such whimsy passion. mixed with the disorder of the social travesty.
I stood I stood.
to pray unto the eternal bar in the mighty of the way.
psalms 68:6 to pave the brighter day.
into rambling mist to eviscerating seeming hate.
yet Good things come to those who wait.
inspired by God M MC, hiram conely
my progenerator..
written by this side if the fray. Patrick Connors.
the originator of all the stuff Tat, or dinesha
said was stolen. many thanks to mine and ours. even Columbus.
©Pat Connor
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