Echoes of Ember Verse

"Quack Mock" To the pupil: Whom this story is about; draw with your pencil with out the use of stencils, all which is necessary. Congregate the 3rd formula comme the 2nd clause and watch shrug, the slant-lined dramatically decline. The world is her audience. A vast amalgamation of composite people layered with industry and capitalism, watch people bicker with exhaust. Italic ivory isthmus off the coast of Italy is over populated. See their sad faces frown fracas to the caucus. It's citizens are running into too much time and not enough gain. In terms simply explained: The stock market crashes! Obliterated! THHHHHHHpt! Ignored often, always often, are the proverbs of the "real" men of "genius". The students of the Blitzkrieg. The university houses their wisdom. They approach the delegates of the Representative, Repudiates of the inhumane. The approve executions through legislation and know why crime is always on the rise.

"Salt-lick Range" When they stand statuesque, with cameras no longer photographing and they are still reviled as grotesque, that's because it's what they wanted to hear. It shocks the body into spasms when they realize life is a fairy tale. That the income to the outage could have been directed by their own hand. Realizing the predicament, they latch onto the utterances of an ancient conqueror. "Reforms of Constantine. We will become a General Theocracy!" This event is slightly scandalous. Most of what is said is complete hypocrisy. An international fad of two-faces. Love and Hate. Muzak is carried across the breeze and heard through the gale, none the less in vain and only truly in self defense. Such are the ways of the coming age.

"Simultaneous Sin" Cloke is a specter that is compelled to see thee! He will ask you to go a mile but go two, ye along the way resist his evil ways. He will appear before you as a servant of God but after all is a serpent. He will ordain you as a minister to declare the punishment of being revolting or the rewards of the enjoyable. “Your master will follow.” Cloke fears but fear not SUPER GOD is here! Where? HE is the Monarch of the apparent world. Exposés are expositioned by posses that implode onto themselves ammunition that corrodes as soon as it is spoke. The droves of humanity. The droves of humanity. HE is most High! The citizen is far too brazen, to liberal with their characteristics, and flat-lined statistics to be concerned with the spiritual. This honor belongs to the circumcised circumstances, the preeminent. They will hold the Glory. They will be rich in spirit. They will build a happier social structure, superior to the last. No coincidence, nothing should be composed. The vision sleeps.

"Tempest" Nature is a tempest that runs wild, And is uneducated, And youthful in it's passion. It lusts after the green bounties of the hills, Tearing from the ground the rooted trees, Causing disruption where it can. It wants to also replant, to heal, But known not its own strengths, So in the process rips bigger wounds Into the smallest of hearts. Nature can not grow older. Only uglier. Only beautiful. It is a two edged sword, Stabbing and dicing it's inhabitants, The soil, the rock, the air, the vacuum of space, Causing stars to warm tenderly like blood- Then shrivel like figs- With a cold chip on its shoulder. Nature can create what it deems, Like a baby in the womb, Then born to nurse upon the mothers breast, Suckling as it grows older, a final breath. Pyramids withstand the test of time, Soon will vanish one day like the pigeon, Darkening grotesquely the sky like a Pillar of Clouds- Causing the terror of a storm And the joy of jubilee.

"Nuzzle Illuminate" Within two dimensions is one division. The divided is invisible. Did I mention, whoosh- Invisible? Divisible, indescribable, even to the scribe able to decipher divine syllables. What follows is a parable of the former principle; a terrible universe we came from but no longer part of. Sometimes one man's wife is ignored by her spouse and so out of desperation the wife may compromise her relationship by submitting to his will or commit to rebelling- often in secret. Chaos, no matter which way gravity pulls her! Vise versa the scenario! As said, this could be the way of the universe that was and now is. No male is delivered on Sundays.

One man’s philosophy ilks irregular offspring. Nobody should ever have to battle on artistic landscapes. Pay attention to the great prospects, look up to space land and see what crops up. Mathematics is full of problems, a ah ha ye-ha he hybrid of art and aesthetics. It exists only with the zest to escape the flatland. Let the heart with a hole heal.