más allá by Jodekss Gloatkenf

This is the mystery to all things glare and snarl
As to this must you let go to remember everything about balance for imbalance's the balance
As  dirt comes to being tossing about on its troubling tails
As it was like it was like it wasn't like it was reeling tales to the deafening hears listening to
Croaking calls before the forming of the limping frog
Was the darkly crawls within without
As from that mighty mightiness nothingness comes everything else like nothing else
Like the lighting effects then the darkly effect and the life and the death and the living and the dead
And the going and the coming and leaving and reception
And the deeds
As our general habitudes seem like seed
In one perfect world
In this perfect one
There was once perfection maybe, till on the 6th gods come down
And till one bone which was lost was found and the rest are still meaning eerie toward redemption
Perfection's shattered into bits for all ills done under the sun
The moon
The return of every course
Every curse of cause
Of cause, of supplication, prayer prayed too
Every plus put and minus meany
Every solution to every enigmatic notion
Every sin sinned
Every plight called conundrum
Every ills, the wildest you'd imagine and see, feel n touch
Using  fain mights of your figment factors
As as well meaning world should have been flat
Because it is round, thus scylla and chabdis
Cause and effect
Deeds and returns
Summer and winter
Plant and pluck
Sun and moon
Darkness and lightness
God the good and... the evil
Thus boomerangs... thus everything to levitate must had a ground
One breaks the other
As the other takes the one
And the one and the two at loggerheads in the presence of another
And the one finally takes down the the other and the other tells another and another saw to the other and the one
Bears fruit of one --ones new one's and the other is still around with another
And another bears the boomerang of having the other put to rest by one
And as that shall last even beyond that the another suffered such behabitive
As another would not bear any other fruits but to be still for the evils done on the other by the one
And the one and the other and another having nothing less among themselves than the balance
As the day must come with the morning, the noon and the night as occupancies
So do the one, the other and the another remainder the other as
As the other comes to be and not to be as time eats on ticking tick-tuck whether we notice or not
Tick... tuck... tick... tuck...
Fresh fleshes of one, other and another grow stunted grasses maybe
As consequences hang hovering yet above the firmament and must perch and shall perch and shall perch as they are perching and as they have perched
One affects the the other and the other invites another and another invites another another and the other another the other and the one another the one
And crosses and cakes or both admixture comes in and out in the world, there shall be no peace
There was never one thing like ease… shhhhhhhh...
Want you peace or ease or richness be earnest or not?
Death only can crown your boast 'bout the same and even so
As  sicks us till we gain strength as this strengthened hero's flaw fakes his fall
Bugs, pigs... worms, ants shall cut their bits bit by bit: muddy dirt for meals for
Back deep down into death
As not even one carcass to me laughs well but looks  suffering, tormented, pierced in spite
So nothingness from all works of life, wide and constraint
As with a ball game be with two poles before the whistle blown, there was settlement
Though noises have bought tickets ready to boo and to bet and to be
But the field had been put calm then the whistle blow's for one to get the back of the firmament made of tiny hole to
For riddles to run on within the given times toxicity bear things ended bad
for the devil who began as the choir maestro.

Jodekss
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