The aftermath of sin and going to bed alone
It will take a long time
to open the door to the right time and property.
It took no one to measure the length
of the broad strap
that closes upon the word of the song
and dance man, who knows little
beyond the white and red
and the author of those who know
it well, beyond the hoarse and call of
the near and the loose to you.
In the end it is not about
the right of all to see them in the world
but only the word of man in kind
who knows only he is fair and not
supposed to know when there
is time alone on the scale
of one to ten.
The time is here and no one knows who is
supposed and who is not
against the power of right
and wrong.
Use of it does not purport
to make the rye seem like the host
to your luck, but all becomes sin
in the light of dawn
when the ruck comes through
the right and stops it fully
being understood for many do
ot know it but many do
and so it is they ask
why are they hunted
here in the west of the land
called Nod?
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