Another Earth Birth Death Mother Lie Nursury Die Rhyme | Pine Cone

The world is like a snake in the string - Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

https://youtu.be/QURJ-T4hONQ



don’t know whether to laugh or cry a while
to hear from fan-base that makes me smile
once upon a-time lie with a fan-base rejection
wonder how it feels to be the fans who I shun

I can take criticism as my Awareness Praise
I can shake off the birth/death Nursury lies
Tears of One make me enjoy lost-soul music
Joy of Wonder is a dying laugh for not crying

Sleep little baby now don’t you cry laughing
Rest in fan-base Peace you Ok now Rhyming
We need you to be like us or fail acceptance
like the monster we are is closer than we see

Hush little baby now don’t you cry of hunger
must be tired of hearing our deafening anger
It’s Ok to be dong’s other thing ding-a-lings
what lies it takes to buy dies rhyming silence

I used to fear upsetting dead-dog fans asleep
I used to feed the dies that make lies popular
If there’s no Truth in Time’s lack of innocence
Then count me out I didn’t mean to wake you

Fan base babble-babies now don’t you die
there is a dire monster too close breathing fire
organizer organizer please fan-base me crazy
bark-a-muse sleeping dogs lie a moon hazy

Thumbs up numb thumbs down die Roman
Face book popular as a Youtube misdirector

Thumb my nose please and thank you, not
can pick my friends; can’t pick my friends nose

Jury of dead peers bury the dead for butt-fun
A-holiness on Earth will never future-disappear
Progeny never falls far from adult lies that die us
We fan-base addicts are thumbs-down Romans

mortals are, what mortals do best, lie like died-rugs
which leg dirties from random hang-man shrugging
wake up old New Age sleeping dead dog barking
Thumb up your A-holiness the monster died trying

Old movies and texts tell countless true stories about anything, or anyone new having to go through Mob torture, as if a criminal baby-heretic, that just won’t stop truth Rage-wailing, but the monster-mob ate my baby, just like the New Age organizers enforce Another Earth Birth Death Mother Lie Nursury Die Rhyme fantasy-projection, so what’s up with controlling new ideas, except to retain Power-over others new, who boo hoo away old worn out curmudgeon downers in secret out-loud lies, and dishonest?

The New Age monster-match Mob-secret gossip fan-base thumb downers fit perfectly in science advancements for the Money-funding only mirror-double Monster-weapons. How can anyone trust anyone is happy all the time if anyone introduces free energy, we fan-base creepy A-holiness Roman-numb/dumb thumber hang-man bitter-bet winners would make weapons out of free energy as Mother-fast as the Monster-last(keep breathing), we fan-base Money-worship Mob-robbers turn our ancient youth innocence into Money-weapons Duality 1st born son Roman age-old games too?

When I discover it’s, almost impossible for me to express Mother-replication New Age, so called loving murder censure, Holy Spirit starts rhyming vibrations within my body-memories, as if I am the same Music, as when my Mother turned off my heart, and soul for trying. Then the silent sex favors started to keep me quiet about her monster abuses, but I will admit it kept me from awareness of the elite Monster-minions of which she was, already apprised_approved_ used up for their Monster fan-base matching denial/mirror/denial lies for their Monster-matching New Age happy-lie feces.

Isn’t Monster poetry, just simply Holy Spirituality beautiful to give my torture pain the Honest-voice, all we silenced Mobbers fan-base our Roman-replication lost Baby-shelved selves into? Carpentry doesn’t stop Holy Spirit from Poesy Prosing my Truth any more, than Another Earth Birth Death Mother Lie Nursury Die Rhyme can either, so try this one on for fan-base Monsters, thumbs down, just has to start the dirtied leg betting at, way over what I have come to believe my silenced New Other-pain is worth Nursury Rhyme Mother Age Earth Romanizing.