A Brush Dipped With Black

As the crow flies above me, I say hello. I welcome the spirit of The Line Deputy. It is time for my rhyme to shake up the poverty of The Middle East. It is a Rembrandt and will never be on TV after me. A beautiful violet flower will hold the screen for an hour once we have come to be, Line Deputy. Be blissful and see that your down low unity will be so KGB soon enough. People don't know how to work any land deals, actually, especially Israel. I see a plane high in the sky and I feel you protecting the pocket where I must be for now. I see your eyes in the night and know that your intelligence grows exponentially every night on top of day. Be brave and pick up a paint brush today with only black paint. Paint a bird as how you see them in society. The pigeons are almost hitting the windows around me, even of the bus. It is okay, it is just The CIA. You can speak to them, actually, but lock them out firmly after the discourse.