A prologue to an analogue on roads unknown destiny's path, filled with magic’s tricks and trickery

The illusion of so close if yet not for gods networked intrusions of venus and mars

The tinker smells but another a mystery while the bilbao bell waves another astronomical wand

Bilbao Bilbao trapped in curly braces in bilbao

Climb out of ya function don’t let destiny buffoon cause they the planets might truly lined

Oh to never know if the tree’s in the woods abound with any sound on the road to a thousand pictures

She the smoking mirror as the falling tree lay witness to its own, crack crashing sound

Don’t do it, forget old lives not let a moment pass, change track

The never less back becons and the pains of truth are illusions of found, a shapes foundation inside the perfect circle, of no longer ancients life

Julius Cesar, alien of Clark Kent the coliseum stealers of the divine Horus Sedge and Bee

Take a knee should have asked her for tea!