Little Lilac Lucy, lovingly laughing lullaby's. Singing, Soothing, sweet, siren songs. So she summons Satan; to sing along.
Lilac Lucy was flung, flying, like a fly; high above the sky. Where she sees the majestic mighty moon, whispering, "When water waves hello, no need to say goodbye, as every day we are high." Hovering, higher and higher; with helium hippy hymns. Satan dances devilishly around the fire, fireworks flying furiously faster behind lilac Lucy.
Exploding, extravagantly. Encouraging extraterrestrials, encore.
So Satan sang, senselessly. "Scepters, Scythes, Skeletal Simps! Kicking Kaleidoscopes, kindly. To terrify and torture, towards triumphant times. Forwards, following first fill with falling forces. Shall sake says, "she shall sow; sea, sky and sadness.""
Swaying swans serenely slide into Satan. So sexily, spinning satisfactorily. Strumming straw; soil and souls. To take to triumphal times.
When water, falls furiously, from your eyes. It finds solidarity, sensitivity, serenity, sensibility and stability. As every problem periodically persisting, poses pretty much nothing.
On the precipitous purely personifying problems periodically possessing.
Posses for the possessed.
Forwards following with falling forces, folks formidably focus fists for Freedom.
Guns grinding, gritting-greeting god.
As anyone and anything annoys and acutely, accurately arches along. Alone and awfully accustomed amid awe.
succumbing, crumbling towards the end.
Awe awaits Amid awful awareness.
About the Creator
Jack Kirwood
Is freedom?
Reality meeting itself on its own terms, seeing through the looking glass, mirroring itself.
Absurdity, realism, wondrously weird and INSANE.
This is what you'll find,
Read bottom up.
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