They’d been fondly singing along and doing these things at fabricated pace— they were really attempting to venture (Again) against the
Grain: the rain soaked atmosphere seemed to hold its very own stench of Crystal Clear FEAR(!) “Where were my people when we needed their necessities the most… PRObably
Altering their own sTaTe Of bRaInS for the sake of being relative and brand new again .”
When they stand naked and alone —
That is when it ULTIMATELY becomes predisposed — “and they still seem to be ScintilLATEd and singing it from
The same sentencing of Hymn Sheet.”
