Walking is a technique of evolutionary purposes.
It is the easiest thing besides love in the home.
Through walls and up we go-- in to the outer limits.
We save this for the 1st life, and we've had it all along.
Although we believe our family falls with schizophrenia before the Christ...
It is life and loving we adore.
We're so humble we explore.
We talk with ease and wander hand-in-hand. Hipsters cherish the sweet bliss and and no bland.
Showing up where we are most loved but kicking no can.
Just demolishing it with splendor with a cool sound to match.
Our eyes are bigger than the sun itself letting light where light always goes.
Acrossed and pervading the forehead, all the way down to the toes...
Or was it up from the Earth's core first, through our vains like plasma equilibirum?
Your choice is one without fear.
We love God here...
The lights at night are stars for our dreams, we fold our clothes when we perfect our T's.
We don't like sharing, because it is known we are boastful! "For it is better for me to die than to be deprived of my boast." 1 Corinithians 9:15
Intellect is mightier than the talk of disaster-- we use the TV differently to keep us from ruining our plaster.
There is more to meet here, in the non-desolating environment. Many of the youth stay young until the Carpenter uses a glue gun.
For a hammer and a nail are the rememberence of Oak, we use folklore and hymn to tell the sweetest joke. There will be no gloating (Hipster in me)
The acoustic is our favorite reveberance, our strumming is the standard. Eating is an art form in the shade.
Life is easy when you have a leading role. There will be no worrying so the Spirit remains in Self-Control.
It is the easiest thing besides love in the home.
Through walls and up we go-- in to the outer limits.
We save this for the 1st life, and we've had it all along.
Although we believe our family falls with schizophrenia before the Christ...
It is life and loving we adore.
We're so humble we explore.
We talk with ease and wander hand-in-hand. Hipsters cherish the sweet bliss and and no bland.
Showing up where we are most loved but kicking no can.
Just demolishing it with splendor with a cool sound to match.
Our eyes are bigger than the sun itself letting light where light always goes.
Acrossed and pervading the forehead, all the way down to the toes...
Or was it up from the Earth's core first, through our vains like plasma equilibirum?
Your choice is one without fear.
We love God here...
The lights at night are stars for our dreams, we fold our clothes when we perfect our T's.
We don't like sharing, because it is known we are boastful! "For it is better for me to die than to be deprived of my boast." 1 Corinithians 9:15
Intellect is mightier than the talk of disaster-- we use the TV differently to keep us from ruining our plaster.
There is more to meet here, in the non-desolating environment. Many of the youth stay young until the Carpenter uses a glue gun.
For a hammer and a nail are the rememberence of Oak, we use folklore and hymn to tell the sweetest joke. There will be no gloating (Hipster in me)
The acoustic is our favorite reveberance, our strumming is the standard. Eating is an art form in the shade.
Life is easy when you have a leading role. There will be no worrying so the Spirit remains in Self-Control.
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