WILL SO MEAN AND CLEAN

I see you as an alligator in the sea. You chomp and romp, and move far away from me. This is your delusion intrusion, royal chain. So much pain as you party in vicnity. There will be the Will of GOD come the nether day. He is more than you see. POPE to be is he, with my brother Peter as his royalty. Many places and space, always safe in my heart. The West Sands is where we will meet, surrounded in our dignity. I find you subtle and brief. The tongue lashings will never be. You will choose PAIN like me. Ego, id, superego, shall stalk you every day. I am the curious without pornographic tendancy. To you, what does that mean? Rinpoche today, tomorrow much much more. Love tendancy is yee. We will be free to marry PAGAN actually in white as the waves roll, so cool, on our bare feet. A kiss that will not miss. Virulant strain is brother, then sister, and mother. Do you see me? I am here for eternity? Let us say that you put Kate away on a shelf today. She is Mannequin and Barbie to maintain beauty as long as she can, internationally. Hold my hand and we shall dive into the sea, actually, and find ourselves in Aberdeen. THAT will be the new PAPAL scene.