*clears throat*
scream Prepare your optical receptors for the greastest piece of Lyricism I am proud to share with the selected masses!! whee
scream Prepare your optical receptors for the greastest piece of Lyricism I am proud to share with the selected masses!! whee
Happenstance happens to stand in the sand.
Passive as savageness crashes the land;
drastic and massive, it fastens my hand.
Bedazzled I pass it and cast to the bland.
Entities enter my intimate sense.
Pensive I sympathize with present tense.
Sentiments settle in synchronized dance;
hence I embezzle apprentices since.
Errors that mirror the surrogate stares;
careless the terrors that tear us from there.
Shared with the rarest of prayers; I fair,
scarily wary of perilous lairs.
Ever endeavor to sever the bind.
Blind and inside of my effortless mind,
climb til I find that I never inclined.
Shepperd the clever to weather the grind.
Farewell, farewell. The fair, the well,
both tell of tales of hellish hells:
embellished failures, pale and stale,
for as we scale the elders fell.
My friend, I send; I lend thee this:
instead of fending, mend for bliss.
Nor bend, nor blend, nor ever miss,
the pen depended on the wrist.
- Thomas Frisbie
eek pirate I know, right? heart
