Yes Tea Time is Near
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Possessive Repulsive Distorter
Tall tales, a tell tale sign of truth’s toll
Small fails, a yell wail find of fool’s gold
Aestre comes from the beginning realm
Best is that which is nowIncest of the gods where none are modest
Estimated are the impacts of our lives
We infest the planet like a virus
Yet we are a guest who ingests at the behest of fate
I establish my legacy through action and influence
Or is it all in jest?
We makest the gods and death lest we comest away from god-making
Into our reality nest we goest
But like a pest we resume our hazardous quest with ne’re a rest
And our hero shell is esteemed as we seem to pass the tests
So the guest now dons the vest of the brave one of the west
Flowing river sex estuary dumps into the sea
We payest our fees with zest.
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