Rhythem of Rage

Orders, beyond the sea and the dream. Blood ties, but not bound by the sire's fangs. Sensual core, and a lifetime of desertion. Greenery, beyond geometry. New flora and new fauna. Frames put to ice on a movie screen. Death of a swindler to intelligence nation. I work for eternity for you all to see this geometry. Sounds tend to smell in this time and space. I survive the INNANE, by ignoring my pain. Music funds my core and I seem to be the girl next door. Beneath there is a fire that I spew molten towards your vicinity. There will be a day, in my master's arms, that I can spit these acidic and deathly words your way. Get out of my way before I kiss you, actually. Maybe Ireland taught me that that is the kiss of death, and my brother held the golden LUGAR to the the face of Jew. Measely offerings will not quell my desire in all ways. Keep it up, buttercups, and my GRAND MASTER of the KKK will be at your windowsill today. It's not what you think. His teeth can even seem like the grand ALIEN SERPANT as well.