Selective Adornment

In these times, which many suffer past the first to last decade,
Granted we all have filled the hollow shoes
Do we not stand more reformed than a humble man's beating?
Don't you know that beliefs can change? A prelim to a default.
Same as feelings, direct the puncture in the emotion.
We were again in orbit, without my understanding as to why.
Depleted as the woven stints, much to my plea and fancy.
Formulative years relapse by without notice
The storming entities of shelves give glimpse to the collapse
A ferverant starving plague left kneeless on a broom dispatch
If the swollen parked the knolls at eve, would gibson even dare mark darkly?
A giving basin of swift, given furies, blatant worries and governor's fears
Wading off into distance I scuttle theories under my last, naught stitched plan
My breath faded of jury, and notched up, glimmered by tears
A jeopardy landscape of scapegoat vesticides, blemished pendulum at a corkscrew ring
Travel the other plots of land before settling on a twice foiled bog.
You know the knew deep scrumple can if the knocks walk forward, fall backward
Dweezil came under spell, and mummified curfew all but ran dry
another of your two chosen, schemed. I rifted, not to mention drifted, at the alarming rate of missile-fired seeds. A bell pepper calls backward, don't you mention already gifted paths
This is the time for effeminate glory, they all reckon back to when. An alumni fell ill to chlorine, and the guidance was all but unseen. Dipped in ink and packed to the pill. Scripted sink, the mockery they fill. abolish misfortune, at least for this night, when all past due was curfew, the evidence starkly frights. Had I a pill to sneak past, the woven stellar frames, I'd mark the caps that think last, and drive the swollen paved.
Could I now dispatch, a warrior under oath? A frozen man, soaked sweating, a brief but brittle cone? A marvelous rendition, of those trample toes. The menace we were seeking, are we klept to pose? I am saturated by the glow flats, does that make me round? I am blinking by the daylight, and avoiding sound. I'm displeased in every sentence, I move shit around. Those that occupy attendance, are the unalone. If the memories transcend this, then we're heart to heart. Moses came to eels in pleasure, and left voided lots. Mills derive the ill consesus, do we dare to weave? Mock the villiany in presence, kept our soul to speak.