On
the nights of heat
The
men and women will ride
Up
to the North or down to the South
On
the cascading rides full of screams
Splashing
it down the slippery slope
Going
deep into the pits
The
night watchers will pimp
They
hope to catch the waywards on heat
They
don't believe they do it wrong
They
think they are the saints
Without
the screaming organs and hollows
It
will be a sad, sad, crushing blow
The
drumbeats of the bridges
The
water flow deep sweeping in anticipation
The
broken sticks; the shortest poles, the thundercats
The
wind of whisper the brushing of ecstacy flow
The
echo of the bridges reaping its rewards
Spoil
by the nightwatchers cracking its whip
Yet
the nights of heat
It
will filter through codes and means
The
games of hide and seek flourish
Even
angels fall for the passion
Who
can fault creations?
It
is meant to live it up
It
is only the night watchers
Stick
it in by Lucifer to thwart a plan
Going
all out to punish those involved
The
dating games and its benefits
Cascading
down from the nights of passion
And
they say it is wrong!
On
the nights of heat
You
can see God's paradise
Nothing
will beat its creation
This
is a gift
It
makes our mundane life comes alive!
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