Lyrics drop similar to rain but larger until they consume the planet and the inhabitants of it similar to the Great Flood of historical perceptions. Now. If all Die But 1, would this individual be someone drowned and resurrected in Lyrics…

If I say So.

Now a Poem…

Deep writing past the highest individual’s perception of thought that strikes like grandfather clocks and consumes anything with interest in Love.
I spoke across the room into what felt like gloom,
Then like one of God’s Flower’s, The Sun Bloomed
Literally.
Stay with me.
She was timeless and unlike blindness
Rather than feel as if I couldn’t see,
I did see,
Her name was Destiny and she was a bred Brooklyn bombshell who reped her homeland with Love and Respect.
I was simple, respectful, yet full of ambition and action towards heights greater than Mt. Zion,
and.
I added.
I’d like to travel there with you
-To Her