A breach hid time, forward, rewind, timing fine, yet often circle hidden, is it a halo in time? Can you find confession in a group, a tone upscale, and child hid flute? That forward motion, the time exhale, all teachers slammed, and a christian brother, a monastery backtreat classroom fail? A truth obey, the child hid hone, the eye lit mercy, and pathways lit too soon a church alter alone, and hidden chime, a child breathe ease, how exhale does lit the burden tease? Find a flute, in bidden clay, my voice, hidden alter, and one anchor truth obey, and mercy findings the tone uphill, is it confession, or forgiveness, an uphill breath, in a sharpened till a bill? An anger truth, to flow time tame, is it a gift, or one gift tail? To know my anchor alone truth sum, alone, I drive a hard battle, all wings, whispers full, and an exhale alone tomb crying sail? To fly a cry, in bravery tail, yet anchor, an angel, it is a tombstone fail, that not a shiver to fly a tone, just cement the altar, and all silence a crone? A bravery till, to flight a maze, all paths swerved, and a child hid sails, and flight to passage, no gift honed night, is it another flute, to a passing friend to kite?
An anger, seam, to light a phrase, or another gift, how the path’s one voice obeys? To hidden help, altered, and sum, a hill, is it a bill, a path severed will, or others bills and wills slight tame, to one anchor hidden, and another — can you shame?
A little light, to stone a flight, one bill north, to concrete night, or a skull to finish, the treat held tame, another whisper, and is it a path, my name tilled crop to lend?
Am I Raziel, and angel night, to paths exhale, and fingers hone? Or one abandoned in pathways light, to alter stem, then the root, two doorways, slight? A midnight chime, the moon held crime, the sun may alter one doorways slime, and anchor the moon as heart as clay, but the stem, now root, two pathways one anchor a breathe concrete to stay?
Fill the bill, the paths lit light, how a flute alone, to all paths night, and savour a drop to enmity clay, how a mercy drivel, and all path’s can you exhale? A burden loft, a muslim tomb, but one finger lit, to alter hone, a little stain, the swallow find, a sweetened tooth, or the blight, a spoon hid knowing, a look away, in forgiveness time?
Find a guide in swift pursuit, the left pinky finger, altered but how mirror obey? Find your paths, I do not know, just Raziel now, then visit a zoo, and a tilt some meaning to a flu, or flown to mercy, tides night find, the right heart touched, and slide, kites entwined? To touch the right in heart obey, yet how to alter the stem, the left, hid clay, and purchase a crop in a slight hid chime, the flute alone — how a voice sublime?
Find your path in spirit tailored eye, and then exhalt the guides in backtreat cry, and when the mission forgiveness all truths honed won, how a child honoured greet, then patience treat, and exhale all ties, all work, all tries, and give me your gift, in death tomb the eye slides?
A truth hone won, yet all tomb won, what is your gift, the muslim won? Or brief to try the crescent moon tight, a little shut lip, then, my gift, I will swallow pry slight, and try again to hone a gun, the sun, I will butcher, till the tone a humm.
What is my name upon the drift, two doorways sieved, and love shown shift? Or slight to chime, an anchor tame, how one angel bright, a nameless tail, and a guardian bridge to summon tides, how names do drift, and forgiveness sifts? A light upon the bridge held night, perhaps, I can show you how to write?