Quid pro quo noetics betwixt prosed flow, poetic. Shift whole globe, prophetic, as sin grows cold. Go get it - skin, bode. Pose, so septic, with kin's known jones. Honed etching in stone shows conception. This old bone's owed death-wish. Sift prone's ode - oh presence. Which shown glow projected? Stiff, dough holds no leaven. Wit's fold's low. Sewn heaven begins roam, stowed brethren. Sing lone tone. Crows added mix, stole soul's joke, meant if gist's foes don't offend glitch. Wing's mode's flown - those setting give woe bold moment's win. Bring role's toll - loaned self twist's bid-owned gold. Throes stretch - pit. Sit. Throne told. Don't mention. Drift zone wove protection. Risk droned nose, blown senseless, or quit trove's grope? Sold medic, equip folks told profession.

Stranded in such, ambiguous stance gives us trust. Glance. Linger some. Dance. Gifts from a transfigured love spans. Limit's busk damned; missing cup. Bland, riddled covet ran betwixt suns. Trance-vision once mingled lust. Romance grips from God. Grand, singular hand lifts you up. Brand dimensions. Chanced within dust, expand incision, and ripples come. Band-width in lungs. Can witnessed dove's planned signature land kingdom's thrust? Branched, it's in the commands. Sing along. Lamb's given blood. Man's sin is covered. Marriage becomes care. Simply hug. Lamp's wick gets struck, adding to sum. There, with above, in a chair, sits the Son. Prayer's signals come. Manse ignition. Scan. Finished run. Cramp's tissues clung, as fared distance struggled. Rare trip through dusk's cherished, proved tough.

Fear of consequence, and leered astonishment, steers a non-sense rend - to steal, instead of offering thanks. What we're accomplishing in the real, obvious hand's steer is God within men. Here - He promised the land would appear through the prophets He sent. Clear, is robbing His brand to appeal, confident, when we should kneel before Him and repent. Spiritually-conscious amens. We feel the cost of the lamb, speared, as options contend. He's near, knocking with 10's dear, awesome content. Tears; lost with the head are sheers to the spotlessness, and ear's audio-trend hears. Problems seem tense. Seer's dominant death deals farther from chance, as jeers audit what's spent on sincere, possible end. Cheer, as all of this is grand, and feel positive man will be sealed, part of the family.

Rhyme schemes - what time means is behind scenes, where third eye dreams of sky's gleam, and brides weep, as tides keep surprise thieves. Spiraling leaves. Life's tree will find me when ripe. Eased, I pine. Seams, as rye's reaped, are my deeds. Bind leaf. Rise; be. Combined free, divine breech unwinds feed for lines seen. Ply's seed, in blight, seems to define greed. Rice, wheat. White, green. Lime, peach. Light streams through design's eve. Dine; eat. Abide creed. Mind's keen when wine bleeds, as drive seeks incline's need. Vines seep what's wise. Leap from pride's cheat high. Meek. Lies creep, so find sheep's dry weave, and climb peaks, weathering tried, bleak side's speech. It's a tried feat, where guys sleep on fine peace. Crime breeds, so be advised, please.

There's a place in my heart where ancients depart, as sentience in art becomes complacent and dark. Impatient and parched is my fate, in charms of faces that mark displacement of stars. Racing this far has me pacing, with cards, to play against SARS that takes me apart. Faith is embarked. Save me, oh God, from favors of cons, and the labels of arms tracing the horror. Awaiting the start, remaking the harsh graveland a farm is creation. Starved, and waitin', I march. Nations cite war. Hatred's sight scars, shaping a lark with laced-winds of parks in vacation of guard. Straight is my sharp wave length of tomorrow. Embrace this - the darts of Satan, with armor, as grace shifts your target to being safe with what's farce. Clay spins, as Mars' observation is largely a waste in quarrel.

Faulty perceptions. Philosophy's the weapon, as obviously, direction of all will see correction. Common deceit's collection of wrong in thieves is contention to prophecy that's in need when read again. Oddity breathes connection to a call that feeds protection of the auditting from least to perfection. That problem is eased when blessed, and copied in deeds. Resurrection of bodies complete. Progress 10. Drawls of speech's reception calms in key and conception. Follow free attention when God parts seas for the next man. Babylon's greed? Death-span. Economics breed sex, damned. Remember phonics? Three's depth scans fall of eve to stretch land with plausable team. That's family. Wrong beliefs trek famine, and possible seeds get trampled. Stand tall as a tree. Set examples.

Definition's clept with visions and depth of precision, yet slept in a prison. Stress' condition lectures the witness. Collect the derision's theft of rendition. Wept, with persistence, when debt kills the victim, is set of decisions, wrecking the innocence. Next is the wicked, crept in a distance, as tests in omission neglect. Wit's perdition. Stretched sins. Finished. Correct the suspicion with mesh, betwixt dissonance, and forget stitch of witch's corset, gifting forgiveness. Exit symptoms of sickness, left to the Wiccans, who're strep with fiction. Blessed is your mission when you accept His son. Flexing the wisdom, begat, is the sin's one who asks for the system of ten's written signal in breath. Sing the king's song. Lessons fix some, as death's equipment is met with ring tone. Once deaf, sit, enthroned.

I'm more bananas than Ned Flanders tenuring the 10 commandments. Unleavened bread tangents. Never planned it. Seven's semantics rendered me scandalous, then I read antennas, severing rambling from ready-to-see branding. Adulterous mechanisms granted. Tumultuous definitions? Handed them. Defense and rambling, in a sense, is handling suspense of the planet, where the devil breeds chances to be fantasy. Scanned it. Man's to be damaged if he can't believe the anger that stamps the seed planted along with branches and weeds. Cannons and death proceeds. Granted, is the depths of greed. Santa? West of Eden's cancer is the stress that seeks mana. Heavenly-sweet, sans lust, from a plentiful tree, stands trust. Never to be in a famine, spiritual setting completes.

Persecution per Jerusalem, where church in unison's sure to cue them in via sermons, truth, and sum. Immersed in proof, they sunk, purchased anew by Son. Merchants knew they won when emergence grew to one. First, they choose in some dispersed clues that strung purpose through their lungs, as earning community becomes termed fluently by tongue. Baptism, tithes; turning views from sun. The craft's schism died, as Christ is due to come. Universe will soon be done, as incompletion's doom confronts the possibility of perfection. God knew what was. Plausibility of perception, connected, and grew in us - a sacrament of eternal youth above death's grasp, urging the group to puns, in the task of learning tombs to shun flesh, and live. It's beautifully-sung. Next is finished, infinite attention of innocent projection - to give.

Courage to suffer, as nourishment covers superlatives unheard, 'til merging shifts, governed. Jury wept. Shun earns hurried debt. Sun bursts. Fury begat summer's thirst to quench, once learned. Purchased regret - sum's hearse. Worried and vexed, tough curse is certainly set. Some sermons urgently kept the Son's return. Turning them back, love's verse of eternity slept, unearthed. Virulence in men comes first, surely inept. Trust, immersed, is curing death. Strung-person-security catches want's dirge into a purity net from above - firm respect into one surge of a journey in perception, gathering us towards university and perfection. What's more? Diversity and protection. Blood sourced of yearning for conception must term fervent repentance, as dust burns in murder and pretentious lusts, spurned.

Lust consumes. Combust the fumes. Trust the tombs are dust and doom. Must improve. Love can prove. Want and truth are us when viewed. What's been new? Something tuned? Shut the moon from your hue. Sun in you's where crutch is - choose. Busk of blues. Bust a move. Once the clue's done, the groove of the muse struck the mood's floods to remove corrupted goons, or rushed and grew the cusp of strewn husks that bloomed. Lump in crew becomes improved, as stuff will group like flux of food. Stomach is full. Cup of brood's blood is used when one who knew what to do becomes the hewn, cut from jewels, and rustic too. Just a Jew, or son of youth? Clutch are cues - abruptly due is a bunch of fruit, and mustard's congruence, rumbling in June's thunderous boom.

Suffering persecution is something to see, per Jerusalem. Nothing seems worth intrusion when the second coming speaks further than unison. Cup of three's burden chooses them - the flux of sheep, merging to it. Rough and deep, certain truth's blood will bleed. Earth will soon be complete, as trust in speech turns view to Jesus after combustion's weep, and sermons clue them in. Passover supper teaches church and proof again. Nothing is seen, as words feud within, and corruption creeps purchase. Move and rend, or dust-to-be will swoon your death. Crux of deed terms anew - repent, as lust or greed stirs your flesh to none. Tough-to-read verses blooming tend, as trouble's scene earns a tune of breath for us to read when we're perfect through the ten. Rupture. Be immersed in gifts of love, for hymns flourish from Him.

Perfection is a possibility. Words, direction - gifts of lost ability. Stir perception with the sought infinity, and turn suspension in day's crossed considering. Toss the wind to sheep. Earn election of frost, literally, when ferns ascension in the prophets rings in the deep, as merchants tossed a nickel to keep with versions of shop and sin in the streets. Your reception's off when riddles that creep merge sections of plot that're wrong as if you're asleep to the sure-sentenced dross that drips from the heat. Jurers scoff, as if rippling is seen when you burn for the albatross that grips in your knees. If you heard of God, and tried to live with disease, the urge to fall back within the conceit is pure when stopped by witnessing belief. Germs and slop. Rift when you speak. Discern and stop the physical reach.

Simplified summary. Id with pride comes for me, as sin comprises want and deed. Begin to drive the summer leaf. It's figs will dry with cunning deceit if you binge with lies. Something to see. Winds and tides, with thunder's streak, signify the coming peace, as trims of vines under feet go extinct and die from the heat. Figure times. Run from greed. Gifts of high. Lust or be. With the signs, some are freed. Sing beside trumpets. Dream. Big is Life's trunks of tree. Bring the bride, as sun is glee. Within, inside struggle's scene, is a win with Christ. Troubled feats contend demise, rumbling. Sentenced twice, he loves his people. Forgiveness trial, once we heed, makes sense - divine. Husbandry - to rinse with vials. Ugly beings drink the wine of our mead. Think design's above for feed.

Ahead is my rise. Forever is mine. Pretenders, comply. I'm steadily blind whenever I try to sever my mind with incredible lies. Contenders? They hide. They generalize, debted in crime. Blending's not right. Instead, you should bind the letters of reply to a better-defined measure of time, like letting the vine be gathered when ripe. I've weathered the climb. Seven's divine, lending us why we're spent on devised repentance, if thine message is wise. Defending your pride will Devil and divide attention from combined projection to incline. Christ's heavenly bride. Brethren, we might settle if eyes level inside the 10 that's inscribed. De-leaven your spice. Pretentious advice seeks death and demise. Reach pleasure's abide in deep, destined surprise that we never will die when Elohim is evident in eyes.

Omnipotent dimensions spawn limitless perception, as dawn's intricate direction's on infinite reflection. Drawn within the inspection of all living is perfection, when Fall's written with connection to God's different attention. Solomon witnessed this from heaven, as farm's rich in the complexion of honest giving in correction. Called into Spring's projection are the living. Sing, as bread stands. Honor forgiveness, as leaven's second chance saw diminished sin. Repentance. Fond finish, lest death's famine bonded wicked in breath, damaged. Law's simple when in-depth glancing nulls stricken, theft intent. Answers beyond tradition is what's next. Family. Flaw quickens with retention's clamor. Ponder innocent instead of pretend banter. Follow Elohim, and rend - sans hurt. Strong's fitting grip will lend man earth.

Just fooling around, schooling your town. About to combust these bullies I found, who aren't truly profound. I'm ruling with crown, as Zule keeps 'em down, while I'm spooling the gown to cover rubies and trounce. Yours truly, I'm wound. News to me is sound, where it used to be the hounds and broods to streets. Now, it's abuse, usually deceit, bound, as doom and tool's peace has frown, after I get through moving my style. Too proud, fueling the loud to obtuse dream. Wow. Who knew you confused with me? While my food to eat is wild, I've clued unity into trial betwixt profuse, accutely-astounding proof you can see, now, as the groove of sleep drowns those refusing the scene of vials, as plague's blues compete. Hours of bloom in the peach, sour, as time's assumed defeat at the arrival of God's junior - Jesus. Lion. There's room to achieve. Liars soon boom in heat.

Swimming in lye, sinning, we die, as visions incline to rhythm, defined as riddled, combined with limits of time. Single and divine is the gimmick we try. Forget wits, and pry for the inner prize of skin's compromise. Ridden are five senses, when mind's different - to decide wisdom, given. Abide in the trip spent; derive. Living's alligned with forgiveness when skies driven by why we're beginning to cry for innocence complies significant in trial. Winter's best sized with Spring's content, realized, and gives us fresh rye - to mimmick bread. No pride, or puffed up grimace's leaven. It's in the signs. It's within the symbols of heaven - realize what's limitless, bretheren. Jesus' witness of death rises in everyone when we begin again. Lies aren't finished yet, but eyes will soon relinquish guess.

Contemplate originality. Stop the rate of cynical finality, and rock the stage with a critical gallery of philosophic rage at this metaphysical reality. Top the age of whimsical how-to-be with unstoppable grace that's infinite out loud when we speak. Caught in the waves of criminal minds to compete, we lost our ways to symbols of power's deeds. We got caught, as we traced literally a bound to breathe. Forgot to take the subliminal founding to believe. Stop the trade of figuring the sound to retreat and prop the maze of illimitable shroud to peace. Hot to the page is this around as you read, as adults complain of single fatality. Why not? Isn't fate a divination of our final breech? Without God, no one's saved, let alone bringing death down under feet, so stock on this face as a considerable foundation to see.

Harbor deceit, in the garden that seethes, as harvesting wheat's the part that we breathe. March of the reap scars underneath, where hearts hardly beat to the song of the free. Artists can see. Pardon the deeds. Harlots receive the charts of the need. Scarlet is breeze, as farming conceives the stardust in seed, yet hardens belief. I saw doves in trees, fallen with leaves, like a warm hug, as disease plays Sodom with heat, borrowing it's weave to bomb from the greed they form on for keeps. Harm comes in heaps, as charm covers the creep. The order, it seems, is turmoil for peace, as borders and thieves shorten their sleeves for oil and reach for earthworms to keep. The soil is deep, the spoil is sheep, the toil is machine, and the poison puts us to sleep.