the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!
the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!
I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…
You are like a fallacious cat! With suspense, you lurk around, but I am unable to determine your enveloped complexity.
We mumble and are granted with a possessed pause!
Our eyes have met each other and the sentencing of conviction is held captive.
Through our burning and BREAKING – we’ve established the power which creates a flammable wind.
The smile of our temptation is understood by the science of our physicality.
Your water brooks have kept the springs which give life to the destitute land.
But, I like Moses will strike my rod upon you and with ease, I shall enter this promised land.
A land which speaks of true fantasy.
True and delicate pieces of passion fruits which cover.
We’ve spoken of timing and this concept of waiting, as it truly prolongs the need to implant this seed.
The bursting of SUGAR describes the garden of energy and the galaxy from which it comes from.