||fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom||

be wise oh Miles in choosing the things you turn away from.
never know how it might resurface, remind n' worm.

these words of speech although just a figure to go,
make an impression that sometimes dwindle-sometimes glow.

i'm sure this feels a tender caress,
when i spell your name into my lyrical zest.

your beauty i tend to n' take notice; as do many, ||:>||
with this solidifying me as your admirer, truly. ||:unamused:||

but be wise oh Miles in choosing the things you turn away from.
these virtual ways are acular and plenty enough to gateway some.

as you sample every flavor in this ice-cream parlour app,
please notice I'm not just cool, I'm fizzy and served from a tap.

your pH i understand and won't deny the credit-incriminating.
i deserve to be in a shelf ||i think|| but some loathe my activity, zing.

everyone says and votes for G but look forward to Rated-R,
so they expect-respect turning a simpleton into a tsar.

all hoist the king with no-nitro-bling-unnecessary,
lets see them form our entertainments aerie.

we agreed on agreeing and that's everything or nothing.
we don't cross lines lest we become the latter 'ing-thing.

ik how beautiful 'tis to chance o're humane in a cunted swarm,
but be wise oh Miles in choosing the things to turn away from.

||fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom||