Build Your Home From Blood And Stone
Lay Low
Off the radar
Incognito
As quite as a torpedo
Then......
Run, Run, Run....
Don't be dumb
Go out and have some fun
Feast on an avocado and a hot cross bun
For homeward bound the sacred sacrificed cows will never come
And if you wait to long you may never get you fair share of some
Fat lady, fat lady will then sing you a song, saying you have won
But the crossed eyed cat will still blow his own horn
With the most distasteful tone
None-the-less dance your little jig
As you admire the life that you have sewn
While you dip you hot little tongue into a cold vanilla ice cream cone
All the seasoned knowledge that you have ever known
Can now assist to build your home from blood and stone
Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the
Thirtieth Day
Of The
Eighth Month
Eighth Month
In the Year
Two Thousand And Fifteen
Two Thousand And Fifteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
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