Everything that's learnt makes us ill.

Over the times and into hills, I've realised with song and hymn. This, the thrills and the hum.
The kills, the gun, simplify the one. The only. The us.
Speaking shattered corpses utter wily murder. Spluttered guts form the words and we stand stupid.
Cupid fires but misses, the broken kisses continue to fire and electric Gods shoot our brackets.
With a noise we all fall down. London Bridge makes humans clowns. Burn the fire and ring a murder.
Further, father we all fall down.

Halos mean the one will scream, the ringed messenger troubled and configured, forgotten notes sing.
Rise a light true to be gloats, a fable from a bubble floats. Boats sink he writes think.
A drink and down the past, flasks be gone and casts muddy puddles about the worlds.
The girls, what if for not the girls? The pearls gleam and seams to twirl. So snake and hurl, the bucket captures.
The bucket captures the ring, a toll causes encapsulated scream. I mean, I mean......

Provided handsome and then the curse, the bagged coin upon the purse. And worse we all fall down.
Like the bridge, the houses clam, fended off with a boisterous man. The arms, the muscles, a signal sent.
Now for the women to repent. Unkempt like the mistress, a test not won. Like a scarf not worn, a battle not won.
And gone now, somehow the dark feels gladder. The liquid of a sained bladder. And she has run.
She has not won. The houses stay clammed and friends no more. No more whores. Lost battles are won wars.

Clad armour runs to sores, are you dressed? are you lonely? are you're feet sore? Cut the pores.
Pyres signify martyrs and liars untold mean scaffold runs risk of scold. Where's the cold?
I know I'm bold. I'm told 'behold! be scared, no ancestry sold' and low and behold any innocence of mind about it.
The roofs ignite now, somehow the know my life. The blaze ignite the ways we turn, and to timber we burn.

Red turn red over a black sky, passion delves into why and hoses dig into nye. Spurt a curse for sky.
Clouds shroud smoky smoke into die. A fall now would sum being into night.
And quite the opposite adequates into flight. Bring soars beyond life. Night eternally hovers.
Those who bother deem distance an incistence of existence. That it belongs bothers.
Mothers bear the keep, sleep buries the sheep. Not to esape, not to leap. Tp dream we must sleep.
And weep with the dream. To allow presents the cream, the curdle and seam and mothes eyes belong to him.

Brick solid, and mortar divulges grim the martyr. Father dives and we the born blow scorn and smoke screams.
Now and far belong the scar, everything that's learnt makes us ill. Now harp can provide relief.
The sheath creeps about, blow ill the gout. To make cough the lungs and corpses the hung.
Done God now. Done. And brung it upon the life and blow wind to sesame lives and wrung red over dung.
Now they're fleeing and being Christ with being marries consciece and kneeling. The bass saddens.
Blots cover the maddens, creeping still till sluts badden. Tiled roofs dismantle wringing wet hands all over the handle.

Cargan Olfur. Peacexx