Sins&&Literacy&&Nursery Rhymes

Shaking. Shivering. Fluent despondency. 

It's in the art of presentation and the amount of lustful wishes received.

Racking in the agonizing memories, dirty and filthy,

nothing but amusing chattel to Mephistopheles playful works.

"If it is not right do not do it;" Thank you Aurelius, we all knew that.

Teeming trepidation, Chornic doldrums

A light burst through and we're back to congeniality; 

We're traveling inward, We're impeding a [somewhat] important matter. 

[[Quien bien te quiere te hara' llora]] And so we cry for an unknown emnity. 

Forgive and forget, lest there is no hope for the sinner. 

Perhaps Big Brother had the right idea, scrutinize, demoralize... [[No.]]

{Are} foundations {our} built on nothing but Pillars of Salt and Sand

Shall we fail and fall? Shall we rise and fight? Shall we be as blessed as the peacemaker;; 

Good Samaritan, bring me home. For Jericho's walls have crumbled down. 

"A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed."