Creative Hell-FireThe ring stayed on the finger. This stained, two parties of America (U.S.A.), of the United State’s with varying degree’s of publicly & Democratic & Republican, Independent movement was then stuck in allowances.
To say “In God We Trust,” was as honest as the true pain that Mother Nature’s pig, could possible Hecate & de-marvel a moth & web speaking lunatic’s bleak & stark incline of grey into a bit of narrowness of a strand of spider flung from the rim of the Moon.
As always it is a good & grand desire that moves the cosmos & the Universe, when shallow water’s rise unbidden, & curdle that grim, damsel trimmed crust of an eternally dormant, domination of utter, intolerably ridden heart & deceased particle of a deserted Hell’s kitchen.
Perhaps those in America in bed with their bank account’s; down to the last cinder of a living bone, here & never to receive any providence outside of the belief that a Heaven sent saint, in the flesh s
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The longest point in freshest air to the single wait before a pace to be taken while standing, known to the quietest part of community before the “Tell” comes to take its place as the amplitude of single nothingness in contrast to deplorability remains’ to this day a ghastly distance to be laid out before the stray and opened life filled eyes and verse; thinly to veil substitution of constraint before the settling of quaint and open experience and expression denounced of void glimmers that would honor the lace and frame that tie glass and pane together, merely out of a quest and pursuit that a seed shiver’s it’s righteous cause and pretensive line of mortality gainly and eternally driven into invisibility as a shield that damn’s all weapons to dim and unexpected lair’s often harbor to the storms unbound to trace filament intuitive predernaturality , done in a crick and spoken click, jaw moving and tooth removed if but stunned