To love is to control. True love is to let go. True love is to control. To love is to let go. True love controlled is love let go. To let go of love control is to true love let go control portal love let go portal control survival control portal control love let go love get total control.

It ain’t me you’re looking for babe. Babe looks for you. You’re looking for a babe. Ain’t me babe. Babe ain’t made today babe. Tower of Magdala Tower of Babel a good place for a trade. It ain’t me to trade. Turn love control tune true love code.

Total control is tonal control. Tonal control is total control. Cats that patrol. Cats that control. Cats that patrol. Cats that control. To control true love is to patrol true love. To patrol is to control. Total control is totally let go. Love is control. Cats that patrol. Portal control. Pats that control. Portal control is cats that patrol is cats on parole. Total control to total let go. Total control to total let go. Control to let go. Love out of control. Patrol tonal portal from bulls on parole.

Now we’re on a roll. So ready get set let’s row row row. Now we’re really getting something. Something getting something now we’re really getting somewhere. Now that we’re getting some where let’s row row row all the way home. Let’s go all the way home. All the way home. These little piggies. These little sheepsies. Now we can go. Now we can go. Now we can go and totally let go. Total control to total let go.

Piggies are rolling. Where are the piggies? The piggies are going. Where are you babe? Are you looking for me? Are you looking after me babe. Babe where did we go where did the cats that patrol go to babe. Tower of Babylon baby on loan from god. Babel control Babel let go. Abraham control. Abraham abracadabra is slain by a Cain. Can you or cain’t you? Am you or ain’t you?

Are you sitting on the Siege Perilous?

Is your city under siege from mobsters and beer? Is your castle underwater? The tide is rising, O Isis. O Isis. Oh William Zanzinger. First degree murder. The murder of Mordor of order. The order of Babel the fish underwater the fists of the daughter clenched together in rage and in prayer. For the murder of order. South of the border. She clings to her weapon. Her weapon is love. Her weapon is love. Total order murder. Total order murder. Tonal control is border patrol. She sings to her weapon. Her weapon sings to her. Her weapon is love. He love is a gun. Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun.

Me and Magdalena on the run.

This time shall we escape? Meet me at the World Trade Center in Mexico City. Meet me at the Towers of Babel as we ride as slain slides to Cain and Abel as a word of which they are now able. Can you grant me your grace, my grace, your grace, my grace the rays from the sun upon your face. Can you bring them for me can you control them for me my manna from heaven my love is a rose my love is a weapon to wield for which is to control the face of death.

My sword of the truth my love lies in wait for proof my love is control to love is to let go. Total control to total let go. The sword of the truth the sword of the truth. The love lies waiting for the burden of proof. Where is the proof show us the proofs. Where is the proof show us the proofs. Where is your blueprint for heaven. Whos the blue prince of heaven. You’re supposed to be planning. You’re supposed to be building. You’re supposed to be a master mason. Where is the blue prince of heaven. Show me the blueprints. The prints of the blue. The prince of the blue. The chosen one just begun. The last one before love. The last went before love. The last prince of true love. The love less prince of blue love. Show me your heavenly prints. Show me your wings show your me wings o Isis.

I love to let go. I live to let grow. To love to let go to live to let grow. To love to let go to live to let grow. To love to get go to live to get grown. Go love who let grow to live so let’s go together and finally get to know to let grow. Isis, O Isis, you’re a mystical child. What drives me to you is what drives me insane.

Wait for me on the shores of my love, o you whom I love to meet with the shores of my lips waves upon your face o Isis o ibis. O egret o egress o death hatch o night watch o watchers on the shores of our love the ships of our lips sailing upon the face of the white water’s watery wine daughters the red wine and jug waters the woman who waits at the well of her heart she has had five husbands and the man she lives with now is not her husband are you greater than Jacob who built this well and had his flocks drink from here? I who give you living water o you my earthly love my heavenly daughter your green wings rise up to meet me to press against my feet o Lord. The lore of your laughter breaking upon the waves of our disaster. The lure of hereafter. The white rose of time pressed against a pane of glass through which he finally passed as particles no finer than gas. A woman who jests a woman who waits. She acts like she hates but its only because of what you can do to her hurt heart she laughs and emits a deadly gas a poison that must be passed between two silver plates of glass panes. The pains of the daughters the laughter of the water at dawn the waitress just yawned and got the rest of her clothes on.

Now you’re putting me on there was no dawn there was no yawn. There was no control motion of hand lips waves faces grace station fill er up. Now you’re putting me on. Now we’re getting something going. Now we’re gonna commit crimes against times when we thought we were knowing better when we thought never fits better now fits best yes we have heaven. We can hold it if we want it but to love is control. To love then let go. Better yet now gets better somehow gets wetter by now. The vow we called how we built a house on our love we lived in the house the house fell down in a yawn. There was no ocean wave there was no central barricade none that I organized. Not that I recognized. Now that I recognize what your love doth do does not prove true and yet somehow I left behind what I loved I picked it apart forgived and forgot. The Holy Grail is supposed to kill you if you’re not ready for it. May it be that I’m not.

But don’t get upset, I am not bleeding. Mama you just on my mind. How to let go of the feeling of heaven when hell yawns below. While hell yawns below I submit total control to border patrol romance in durango. A drug-fueled relationship. The brother was Paul. Hallway was Paul. Always with Paul. Patrol on patrol. Control in a cop car smash up fantasy patrol. So he who better to fall back on now back on track and now we can watch as she climbs. Isis who binds the last sheaf. Isis who holds the last shard. Isis who falls at my feet in a heap. Isis o Isis you drive me insane I’m an asshole insane on standing up for what he believes in I’m in an Isis I see lovers in the meadow. I see silhouettes and shadows. I see love lost set fire upon the face of your final surrender the white flags of your coming home the soldiers on their shields I see sickness of the clock tick. The time speed. The way we went back in time and re un re plant ed u nite ed our see ds our re ceipts see re see pee for fried chicken are you C3PO do you know Isis? I am looking for her the sea star of heaven the lost shards of eleven elven yesterday one fell down on her knees and cried yesterday total control of love died. She took my hand and binds the last sheaf.

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