Matty Matte Modge Podge

Enough, set the stage upend the place and turn the page cradle the moment and earn your wage stiffen your neck and take the wave let it drive through you, watch as it pays then the sun sets and paves the way The mornings forewarning, the quiet handed caged clouded visage trapped in the image Enough, five years spent for five years aged quick to trick, tip the brim, set the stage however clever, cleaves the finger, blood wet bandage I've vibed with less, intended bliss as destination, put in the address obsessed with the rest, about a sense of emptiness. I decided its time to imagine my life a fine wine aged and avoided crimes of the mind teetering footstep edges from the divine resigned to dive back in and sin all in all, in the fashion of the time. I've imbibed the truth heard footsteps on the roof flipped mattresses uncovered the proof the substance of which could carry the troops armor laden and armed to disprove a life in the day which keeps madness at bay sayers of sooth,