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The Blissful Wizard is
Night, & Day Dreaming
in a
Big, Deep, Sleep,
Deprived State,
Resting with a Witch,
Just outside of an Abode,
inside
the Inner depths
of the Human Genetic Code,
Where
The Black Sun is
Showering White Light
All over U
The Sky is a Brilliant Baby Blue,
With a Yellowy Red Orange Hue!
&
In the Silver Streets,
There is the Maniacal Music, & Words,
of Birds, & Cannons,
Gunfire, & Laughter,
& There's the Fleeing sound
of Conformists Running Feet
On Carpeted
Concrete
Smashing Crystal Skulls!
Who R Just riding tha
WAVES!
Trying 2 Standout amongst
The
Government Slaves.
BY: St.Sir Michael Manners 2006
St.Sir Michael Manners
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