Poetic Reflections on Life and History

I'm not tired.

I'm not tired.

Beyond the tilt-plane, beyond the toy roof,

beyond the most fusion of the

inutilized thickness, the worst

communities

of

the

world, in a peach tilt, the world will eventually be natural.

The climate will change, and the world will rest.

The world will rest in its dreams, and the world will rest in its dreams.

We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea.

The rain will stop eventually.

I'll drive slow across black ice, and you'll

be safe to rest your

eyes.

The Bolshevist Revolution was the greatest human slaughter of all

time.

The fact that most of the world is ignorant to this reality is proof that

the global media is in the hands of the perpetrators, the Jews.

We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea.

The rain will stop eventually. I'll

drive slow across black ice, and you'll be

safe to rest

your eyes.

My lovely,

my lovely.

You'll be safe to rest your eyes.