Elephants like Calvary marched with Hannibal’s Army. Traveled twenty years to show the salt in farmer fields is not a honorable shield. Carthage was once a city of great renown, antiquity of the ages from North Africa’s coastline, the Phoenician sailors of days ago.
Pyramids raise up the atmosphere. The rest fall down like death denounced. Denouement of the knots reveal the source of defeat, our combined hope in the unraveling of the traveled ground. Better days are collected in our backyard clout. Raid their stolen time of our lives, returned to those victimized.
Teutonic Tribes diaspora viceroy counts the lives, from dragon ships to knife fighting braves that found a path and traced their way through the Smokey mountains — Chickamauga the bloody field of death, the gathered chiefs of the Cherokee Nation. The chief among chiefs in their various castes.
Travelers and seekers of asylum from tyranny, found their way across the great ocean sea. Come to a new land thought to be an island, possibly a landing of the far reaches of East Indies. Land of the Brave, home of the free. This land is our land to steward for the King of King’s. Breathe!
Kyrus, Giaus, Tartarus, & Momentum roots of familiar affairs. We seem to face the same wickedness in our own sufferance in problems. Revolve them into their own web of defeat, diseased abominations of the living space they’ve invaded. Stated and reiterated until we’ve septangled fazed them.
Shout when you internally scream their listening to be heard, they don’t hear the request. Less politeness is to speak to anyone without dialing in the cell phone. Try a rotary phone if you refuse to honor our request. Destiny calls you Naughts to a final judgement, possibly your eternal death.
Razed you abominations down deconstructed, unconditional relevance is knotted in your dishonor of simple requests. Guess who, HOOTY WHO. Like you found yourselves in trees before falling back to your own living rooms. Bugaboo bunny, remember that carrot you phony vox.
Paradigms got you trapped in a three dimensional prism of your own mind. Line by line you fixated into the lives of others without knowing their lives. That you are not known to them on the other end. It’s all in your own mind. Find anybody real in your life that you know in real tyne. What time is it in your mind?
Error in the airwaves an invasion of the telephone line. Communication Babylon from abominations tower. Louder and without listening, you haven’t heard a word from others because all you want is hear-here now. Get lost in the computer board of a network tired of your naughty lies.
