Tuesday, March 19, 2013

THE ELIZABETH'S CREED

I attain to thus far, I sat by your side dinning. A toast of glass full of the reds. Pledging allegiance to you for the sustenance of my sceptre. The rain maker yet called fallen. A host of powers summoned by my immediate superior whose horns points to the skies. My confidence is consummated by your constant assurance. The compass on my chest and the eye that sees all above me. Mine is to subject them . I squeeze every penny out of them. It stays in the family until the threesome number of man falls on an Elizabeth yet to come.

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