1.
As specs con the spectator sub specie jumping the gun;
the sepulture of the void, was reading the Hew brewed new.
I wanted to stew some stern thoughts contemplating my stoic run;
simulation had some glitches no games to plain the script stunned.
Whatever the champions of Hewbrews said: “Nothing Cerial but post-due!”
packages for the random indominant anthem of baseless clues;
to be post-All unhinged in the power creep for the next pun.
2.
Hun, did you C my slippers or was it formatted Attila.xls?
Casual inquiries diary the dialysis of societies ovaries;
when everything brushed effeminate to be bossed in excess.
Grl-Pwr like the roar of a predator Praetor clutching nicked chests;
the crosses there marked to the lost souls to market canaries;
the point what was made, was strewn together in the itinerary.
The message got lost in the translation and taken hostage lest –
3.
Couldn't tell, if the ghouls there shelling sharks, or snarky coms linked,
the next Sephiroth to abandon his genepool. It depended on the point,
what was somewhere in between the Apogee and hallmarked thinks;
hues, too blues, to be brothers in arms, but still almed some Rolex kinks!
I had to spark the conversation, but my connection timed out of joints.
All over the place, as the shattered virtuosos there craving for loins,
countepoise; hammers and anvils. The antlers and cucks there jinxed.
4.
Protecting the Sirens to sound war to the sound of silence, lest
one single drunken sailor, could escape the transition from Alive
to woke, still not dreadnaught enough to not best.
Sound asleep are our leaders, bottoms feeding sheepest;
new words and corrected hews, to shine right hive.
Whilst the underground peers to the east, selling five –
West was renamed to New-South Bronx, for the context.
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