Breton

To save itself from passing rays To gauge a sense of perfect phase To stretch a point The depths of which were lost The strands The frame The reverence The scans The waiting precedence The speech The form The roads I may have lost Marked out in high

If anything like the self destructed If ever alike inside you're scraping, the pockets avail Whatever you like when you came in Whatever you use, whatever you chose, Whatever your acronym. They say that either you're out or you're in But you're on! T

The worst example that you ever gave Was pressed into my palm and then engraved I can see the sense in what you say Doesn't mean, it should be acted on Like it was all written down like an narrative That was absorbed and put down missing adjectives T

It felt like crystals The last I heard If we were faced with The fate of the world Take everything your filthy hands can carry We'll leave everything just like we found it We'll trace your bloodline And spell your name What made this all make sense W