Drifting through the ether I saw the Irelands united yelling One God will have them all, for the committees will be at hand, but goes it two ways, the other the strong man wins the old brit way, always decided ahead. on one more matter the children of the cross are steady to learn the old.
The Gauls you say, storming their jet black hair always wanting to eat all their cake and have some more, the step sister that liked to snope while almost always playing it backhanded.
Now the Germans say you, never were they truly Roman a farce but could become true, with a skillful hone, if the powers want of thee.
Russkia, Russkia, Russkia, if I were all of you I'd give them what they wanted.
Now somewhere middle of the east, yes this is where our nation does come from, a new Jerusalem in true, where we build it already came to be.
Why in riddles that can all come to be seek in to the future and it's plain as day.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
It's the being of September and the blood moon rose, the days are getting cooler and the heat is intensifying, there are random murders in public, and criminals are let free to maraud and plunder as some citizens turn a blind eye. The judges and the councils been bought and sold, what's a regular normal person supposed to say?
That's the word on the street anyway.
The leaves are turning and falling now so it will be stick season.
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