Give Me Just A Hint

Winging through the pitch black nights Choirs are singing from their hallowed heights Give me just a hint what is actually happening. All the cherubim view the scripts as they recite and their magic feet continue their tapping of rhythms while the lights are dimming. It's on the tip of dramatically brimming over in a provocative flipping motion as all birds descend to the stormy ocean. The fish will ascend and are mornings flying while we have started our pitiful whining. The petals of sumptuously gentle roses excites the harlequin as he exposes the frost as it melts to morning dew. Then the open blossoms start intertwining bursting so awesomely as the clown withdrew. The supposed wise have despised all solutions cynically disrupting the gorgeous silver lining. Burning the sacred white cross like a bloody pagan as all heathens bring their sacrilegious illusions. Raising the anger of every honest puritan Give me a hint please I want something stunning Every day becomes more treacherous and cunning There's truly no time for some leisure sunning Liars are running wild through all institutions It's so dire we're lost in utter madness Crying out with our bewildered conscious When will it cease these falsehoods without resolution? Belittled by their lack of luster and vastness we stand in check for it's all tragically superfluous. Scoffing the absurdly apocalyptic hypocrites with their one-sided form of war so disastrous. It is rightfully so, these mongers are token vultures who claim the occidental have the better culture. Liberate the common man from the overzealous who partake in ludicrous play and shamelessly admit their game of mirrors making the ignorant jealous. Radically performing their heartless tasks caring less if an intellectual may ask the purpose of their meaninglessness as all crumbles into a bottomless pit? The glorification of idiocy has taken the upper hand We might as well emigrate to some foreign land escaping the outlandish and saving our wit. The propagation doesn't interest me and their next stint I simply keep inquiring please give me just a hint. I am overwhelmed and befuddled from a revolting stench while sitting here amusing myself on a park bench. I'm in my oneness with inspiration and Mother Nature sitting satisfied in a dream next to a pensive sculpture. I defy the senselessness and the prognosis of despair and respire at ease a marvelous breath of godly air. Having no desire to beg for new stimulus Laughing with black humor over the ridiculous Held in the bosom of Abraham so debonair Drinking a tasty beer my thirst to quench Let the world go by while I travel alone in my feistiness as I surely condone the angelic creativeness of the beauteous who have remained innocent and unaware. Not mangled with the political prognosis, pure in intent, commonplace and homegrown. Like infants filled with wisdom and no neurosis glowing like a lighthouse so alluringly voluptuous.