"Some voice calls out
Whilst another jogs stout
I am seated down here
With me cell fused there
The sewing machine cries
Cracking, cracking as it rise
Ride, ride sewing cloth on
Apprentices stand by to gain
As of now it would not rain
The cloud as it for us so cold
As the earth pours and had sold
Us dusts from its dirt as we walk
As I type radios around talk
Throwing bit as we listen
Festivities around us sweeten
We supposed yo thank so great
Lest shall He angers, calls us ingrate
Hands that ought to have been cut since
Because of poor minds, series of since
Too but out of graded grace we were
We are and would be even though we swear
Thus am thankful, am Emmanuel, emmanuel
This tongue sings, sing-songs, I want no hell
Paradise for my back after the last breathe
When the cold hands of the man, death
Would come and even for death am even
It is odd, death is odd but darkness can be even
He would save me the lots of pains of ageing
Too much with everything is like seriously sinning
When the body draws and haggard grades gracing beauty with gore
The face men chase to death's doors then squeezes at their shore
To this path, oddly shall my rhythm take henceforward
Henceforward light would inquire truth from to
Do and make exploit as darkness pays dime
Dime is nought but try and make do
See how hypocritical man could prove and be
Be it not the same sin angered against I still rallied really and enjoined to see?
Confusing confusion calls as we access this things
Things with the truth and toxic are hard and confusing
But follow the path straight always avoiding strait
Strait cuts with diss, cross and pokes with claims but
I would have to return for fun
Telling tinting tiny tree to trust tani?
Femi, frenemy friend fully filled from flaws, faults
End every entity, anything eggs, every Emilia, hell enlists
Call Colonel Cummings, crawl coming combing cutting curt closing courting courtship
Put peoples' pieces per pork per percentage parking packs pro per peep
As 'asin' asking astonishing as in asterisk's has asteroid astute as
What whort worthy worthlessly was wars worse?
Everything makes sense you agree?
As it calls of beholders to see glee
In wrongness you take delight in seeing right
You take left to end up right, you get this right?
As this is art and nothing more but accurate junks
Ones astonishing like my past rugged punks."
Jodekss Gloatkenf
©2016
