Chapter 9

The furor of air the cascades of panoramas

The citation does air contention of my opinions

The aging of one love and the treachery of the next what will it be for the ones that wail in the silent nights yet the screams don't vibrate through the aura of the spectrum

The absurdity of mentally ill academy just the prime of my act upon the ones she know she tore

Fennel seeds are no voyage of my sinner of mystery yet beloved why the grace measure

Daughters of all vengeance yet the bodies of deaths don't prosper amid gravel

Crossing each heart glare the pleasure

Man is to man either they ghost or be spooked

Collusion is the act of other congress violence that leases the barrage of rum and whiskey

Arriving at the existence yet the essences is not what humans ceased to reckon

We are encircling our tracks so no one is aware of our past or hurts

Baggage is meant to leave with the therapy of one manner of vitality

Spirit doesn't just lurk in the dark when they are called upon

Kissing and teasing is the art of creation that is yet to happen just like the challenge of the beast is a full platter being allotted as a feast of the frontier

I am not someone they think I am

Initiation of fire yet its the end of an era

Tamara of all gravity may be ceased as her fantasies and attainment is a craft of an alpha women

Scatter the blood that pours into the cup of virgins

Chaos in the friction of hope lover or not

Of course, I was drugged, and so heavily that I did not regain

consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to

discover that I had been ruined, and for some days I was inconsolable,

I am my silence more rested more chilled just like Tamara's aura to lure the man into her chamber I am who will allure the equivalent

But the inference of prevention is me who will judge yet the judgment is farther by one creek of odds

All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we can attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near

Writing saga is the edict of weaving a sequel of lies to arrive at a considerable reality

Neither it hints nor projects your needs but more so just the gap between reality vs dreamland

Notoriety pleader want to be her

But no one can hear if women lie in the arm of lovers instead of the capture of dreams like a wolf pouncing over every objective

Who are we subjective to the oaths or the objective of one adrenaline rush

The devil doesn't seek attention he is who will walk in and have all heads turn

The cracker of shots blurs the percentage of drunkness

I am a fool to you

But not a saint

Forever I will be Tamara

I shall not bargain with my throne in an exhibition of low privileges

La plus belle des ruses du diable est de Vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas."

("The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist.")