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By Invitation

Updated on May 7, 2012

Tradition is the chain
that binds us to our bones

The great unveiling
looking like peasants to bees

Strip people of their
money and it is amazing see

We suddenly we are
living in the lonesome world

The unraveling begins
when the bloodlines mixed

Never before had so
many been alive or not dying

We will all have such
a laugh we we all switch on

Because we all switched
places just in timely aeon

The royalty intermingling
them bloody with semen

As the peasantry is
throwing a party
and you are so




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      Blake Ford Hall 5 years ago from Now Rising Out of Phoenix Arizona Earthlings

      Thanx DR. Keep on Hubbing. Blake4d

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      dreamreachout 6 years ago

      Blake, tradition it is that keeps our feet on ground!! Otherwise, we nerds would have been floating and deviating more in the world of crap!!