Dead teachers breed cold techs; both swords of the flesh.
Beware the dead calm, you of purer breath.
Beneath your eye's, there cold bald gaze,
moist, dim...yes. Still wet.
Remember the calm. Sister will, beware...
the ( false*) masters of light, see their glare,
willing to bet death a cold stare.
Speeding loss leaders, the golden gate chasers, dervired from six, then seven.
Sold out in eight; a growing rate.
Numbered credit death mask, networth's deck, hold check...I guess.
Light dancers, baby. Clay crystal prancers, come easy again and again.
While dressed in black auto's built of grey from the neck.
Line code of the day? Record each other other...
while power fishnet toys give co-speedwave kings autobahn joys.
How's your god hanging, brother fucker?
Screaming calm, razor edge.
Dull tearing lights are dead...somehow seem brighter.
Remember, cold techs like their teachers, much like anarchy...
always breed death.
Common norm before each storm, the two always wetting their beds.
Please sister, be still, 'cuz I know they've forgotten...
Naiz dreams have always beld.
Beware YOU calm...distant cry, longing touch, masked blue skies.
Don't forget, purer breath has no knowledge of death...
only green dreams, not red.
Silently survive and though it might seem, no one will intervene.
Liberty or famthoms of sin.
Only satan *censor's children's dreams.
Life key child , living is being.
The fortieth Psalm is found here within...
'cuz sister's breath unmasked death.
Never say what you would shout.
Keep desire sister faith...*meek predators always win.
Remember green, liberty's door is opened within...
your child's breath.
Remember Green.
I thought this would be fun to publish, because I was arguing with a TV set, in my mind at the time. A music video. I included one word because I've met a few people who would like to think they are masters of light. Those who feel that they dictate ' correct ' paths to take in life. Everyone's life. And also those who feel that they are in control of their ' focus ' as it would be perceived by those who are of 'a weaker mind framework', or the young as taught by soulless instructors, often those who stand ' above you in the back of your mind,' if allowed.
" Censor's,"or censures; which one word best expresses my feeling of that moment? One of the few examples my remaining brain cell is pondering. The point was, that nobody ' got it! ' What, or who are the nightmares of our youth? They could be miles away, or next door.
I remember writing this " meek predators always win " It's a powerful verse. This morning I was thinking, if all was lost, what would be left? Computers? A virtual reality.?. Some form of plant life? Digitally enhanced, fractionalized dust particles with embeded bits of code within itself, all answering to who or what?- While looking at that TV set it never occurred to me that MEEK didn't have to be human. Scary, huh?... Would you know?...Would ' it ' feel without being shown?
As for the spelling, what can I say. I left it alone.
Is communication other than ' direct, face to face, eyeball to eyeball,' nonhuman? Middlemen gee, go figure! Damn dust particles! ( wonder if it's them...or maybe women?)
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