Wicked as Wilding
Who only chose

to his
to put
it
he such
alone upon his

milding

O)h I'm strange

truly as you can be
lifting to always
no way to be

such a sleeze


covered on today
washed with yesterday

I'm saved!



Bat all you lonely ones

sleeping on
the wasted sands

weep

that only pure of heart
digs at times

The wealthy minds..

Who shall but hold my hand

Yet one to smile and rest

I lived
he said

For all ribbons
that lay silently

smooth
the righted castles

upon
the bed

of points

my arrow
never felled

to which stage
I felt
So Scared

Yet walked away

no money
to be feared