the Tree

The Tree

I see Richard from afar.  I cannot fall in love.  I walk many a times.  There amist the grand the Tree.  My eternal the Tree. Oh, how much I love Jan-gi-tolou my epper loss.  In lost translation I kempt.   The surmaj The Tree in my hours of dwell, loss.

 

 

 

 

The word of God  Is decadence loss pain surremount Japan.  It is in bright wind-sound aching burn.  The vacuum that never feels God! God of Japan! My Jan-gi-tolou epper loss.  The Tree.

 

 

 

 

The tree.  I’m lost.  Jin-gi-tolou. 

Japan know hatret.

Time lapse.

.Richard.  Bones by The Tree. 

I smile.  Richard, bones I peek.

Rotten apple.  I then go Jan-gi-tolou.

 

 

 

 

 

Maynard James Keenan.

Edgar Allen Poe.

My concluency forgotten Lore.

My Raven.  Forgotten…

Tis some visitor, I implore.

In foul disolence, I may imply

Lenore, dearest, aching heart.

Quark the Raven never more

Yet Gently tapping, never nocking.

I implore.  Back in my witting lock.

Oh just some heavenly snore.