Because I Whent But Im Commig Back Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

you see god rewards the members of lifes allusion to cristianity

even if its by brute force

the passion inside people when it careses the violin metamorphisises whilst posing due to sexual desire

women perform their function along with the dictates of the violin

there is that music again

there is the sheep flock all wooly

and the director of the symphony that understands djdjnkhu language

and surfs the foamy surf whilst dancing the polka

he obseses, about human nobility, good hammars bad in to a peacefull,

posture

its just someone trying to make a quick buck a pose nonetheless far from a sumptuous four poster bed and a good piece of female

whatever leads you to halucinatio allegories of beautys altar]]

, yes there maybe no god but life is for cristians, and wer in a garde unfortunately there are a few thorns in the rose bush


but i love waves better

and better feasts but its a secret

and whenn life gets to good because of the harvest we can drum up an idea that is unpervertable

that dosent forge tecology

its voluminous

direction sun
not phased

future



or womens privates

most important to the destiny of nations

i avoid huricanes what do you do for a living

i chase clouds