Fly Exam

I woke up out of retirement To acquire the iron to sharpen my iron I am the dialect of environments tired of being granted asylum By the lion of the tribe of the scientist Babylonian Diadem! I suffer from climate shift (get him an airborne) Sad and I don’t admire them (what am I here for?) The path I’m on is a higher risk Can’t explain why I write and then cry And then write and then cry And then write and cry and I write again Can’t escape let it resonate from the diaphragm (thus) Lamentations on laminated papyrus Now if I tweet it and don’t delete it I guess I’ve got to speak it from Crete through Egypt to Exodus Into Ephesus with the preaching A fleet of replicas reflecting the image of Jesus Now I’m high enough to see fans Flying up with these friends Climbing up in these vans Trying to trust in these plans To abandon the destination and education of fools Then matriculate to a booth I fight against what I think will provide Where man’s complacency is more compliant to chasing things A generation meanders aloof On the roof of tender moments of lonely association who Our emotionless in slow motion More motionless than an ocean of quotes with no dividends The potion results from a notion divided by pride Like a herd of lions and giants goliaths hired by tyrants Against the violence of the wind that I’m flying in Jeremiah on the red eye again The testing of my faith to rest and abide in him This is all a part of my Fly Exam