saw this in another forum and thought its artistic value might go over well here. (the reads truly are magnificent). Dont make sense of it, just say it as it comes.
Hail he who stops, that lady who never looks. Take me in, those corners way to deep to the side. Laughter in that who looks down river beside the children at every mountain flower. Just don't stay on the road to the campus hidden amongst the dusk, life forever with the great fog of death. See me at almost every wicked deal dealt with anger, change, and velocity. Let us reflect now on the serpent who steals souls for a living, that might just hereafter be relegated to bask in his nightmarish rivalary of good. Play it to he that sought the sands of the desert to return a pot of water to the man left without gold. Just then it awakend to the ocean, and the birds that flock within. Be it all almighty, with no words, and no sound, and noway of knowing, but it was certain in the magnets of this turmoiled clock of destiny. Oh sure you say, but do you say? Goosebumps, and shivers. Nightchills, and hard-ons. Lost love indisposed of worth no two joints this side of the earth. Be good now, don't deem this master to eternal light nor death. Greet him, greet him with no less than all the gold in the world.
-sacredspirit
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