Do you believe in your cause?
Would shouting at you change your mind?
Then why would shouting at them change their mind?
Poetry in motion, not in motion, inactive. It could be the emotionally lost, an emotional sea, an emotional hook, and we seek ourselves outwards. If there were any truth in this, it would be that we must be the new humans of this planet, and the next. Some are the ribald and ire of the season of reasons, and we adults can tell you two of many unknown things, with age comes focus not forgiveness, and the eyes of the mind seek what we've always sought, hear what we've always heard, and as you can tell from this, all things are test of time.
So I will sing sang sung with this tongue, and in the ancient tongues I might have spake to speak of spoken words, in timeless ways it sees, it is seeing, and now we see, of when and where you'll need ask and pray tell as has been what begs pardon. I don't know who I am anymore, but not born yesterday. These times of children raising the next adults, and infants crying to be kings, we have had made possible opportunity, in the ways that must not be, our regrets make us characters in a sad time, our lives make us none of your business. I speak, I spake, I spoke.
It's true in some ways that I study the way of words, gathering the anecdotes of antidotes and wars, all for not as pages rot, coyly to describe the way my inner dialogue prays to demigods, only to say the names of emotions to the souls met along the roads of this world when seen from the moon like veins of an eye forever staring at the sun. Fittingly, in ways, how some would like to see it split and need and want two halves of one mind. The active, the events, the results, or the series, all of these are aspects of humanity, and in some cases human is what you are and not what you're doing -- to this we hope you study or train or work.
There is a magic I have seen, where time stops, where all elements of humanity can be observed to perfectly observe, in ways to perceive the elements of society without the hypocrisy and barbarism and stupidity of censorship, to see aspects of life as easy as poets throw words for ideas. When we adults are emotional, more so than every, the chorus of minds with words best silent, the extent at the moment inescapable of better questions, you so I ask this.
Do you believe in your effect?
Would shooting at you make you want to surrender?
Then why would shooting at them end war that kills humans?
Would shouting at you change your mind?
Then why would shouting at them change their mind?
Poetry in motion, not in motion, inactive. It could be the emotionally lost, an emotional sea, an emotional hook, and we seek ourselves outwards. If there were any truth in this, it would be that we must be the new humans of this planet, and the next. Some are the ribald and ire of the season of reasons, and we adults can tell you two of many unknown things, with age comes focus not forgiveness, and the eyes of the mind seek what we've always sought, hear what we've always heard, and as you can tell from this, all things are test of time.
So I will sing sang sung with this tongue, and in the ancient tongues I might have spake to speak of spoken words, in timeless ways it sees, it is seeing, and now we see, of when and where you'll need ask and pray tell as has been what begs pardon. I don't know who I am anymore, but not born yesterday. These times of children raising the next adults, and infants crying to be kings, we have had made possible opportunity, in the ways that must not be, our regrets make us characters in a sad time, our lives make us none of your business. I speak, I spake, I spoke.
It's true in some ways that I study the way of words, gathering the anecdotes of antidotes and wars, all for not as pages rot, coyly to describe the way my inner dialogue prays to demigods, only to say the names of emotions to the souls met along the roads of this world when seen from the moon like veins of an eye forever staring at the sun. Fittingly, in ways, how some would like to see it split and need and want two halves of one mind. The active, the events, the results, or the series, all of these are aspects of humanity, and in some cases human is what you are and not what you're doing -- to this we hope you study or train or work.
There is a magic I have seen, where time stops, where all elements of humanity can be observed to perfectly observe, in ways to perceive the elements of society without the hypocrisy and barbarism and stupidity of censorship, to see aspects of life as easy as poets throw words for ideas. When we adults are emotional, more so than every, the chorus of minds with words best silent, the extent at the moment inescapable of better questions, you so I ask this.
Do you believe in your effect?
Would shooting at you make you want to surrender?
Then why would shooting at them end war that kills humans?