Poetry Theater ( An Unending Breath of Choice)

Leviathan
World recording
is it any wonder I got too much time on my hands
jealous as in a whisper chance to quiver
a baby basking in their cradle chance at dreams to remember
pulling a surprise in a sense thank God I'm alive
play back the crystal orb...

Fake amp, fake vape make no mistake...
whisper in the chimney of new fallen springs of love
a vehicle nor whisper all hail to Hitler
but I beg nor borrow,

wooden spoons up a yonder

Here it goes:
Bathe me in a tongue tied frenzy all regard the sonic knowing
be the reality
be a reality tongue for knowledge
create in me a new days song
pillows fallen change your life and distant ovation

we leave behind a choice that to deliver its romance
Dialing towels with freedom
a choice...a choice...dry my tears as if a testament
collect the water droplets
gone to soon searching into the vast domain
as we meet again
pulling chords as if in a romance by its given chance
beg or borrows natures solace

(Pulsating Heat...choice at which the evil does scream)
my entire heart was wasting away onto pillars of disgrace,
Bask out the memory of sea to see
you are but a memory

world recording
is it any wonder I got too much time on my hands
jealous as in a whisper chance to quiver
a baby basking in their cradle chance at dreams to remember
pulling a surprise in a sense thank God I'm alive
play back the crystal orb...

Fake amp, fake vape make no mistake...
whisper in the chimney of new fallen springs of love
a vehicle nor whisper all hail to Hitler
but I beg nor borrow,

wooden spoons up a yonder

Here it goes:
Bathe me in a tongue tied frenzy all regard the sonic knowing
be the reality
be a reality tongue for knowledge
create in me a new days song
pillows fallen change your life and distant ovation

we leave behind a choice that to deliver its romance
Dialing towels with freedom
a choice...a choice...dry my tears as if a testament
collect the water droplets
gone to soon searching into the vast domain
as we meet again
pulling chords as if in a romance by its given chance
beg or borrows natures solace

(Pulsating Heat...choice at which the evil does scream)
my entire heart was wasting away onto pillars of disgrace,
Bask out the memory of sea to see
you are but a memory

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