A man will lean on what is good fueled in the fire of affliction

Sought to claim a story that’s been good;

In sorrow hence the vast opened door in a willingness by which to explore

An ass is still an ass with nothing more;

We think we know yet we don’t a certain calm before a storm

Some are eager to insist in cursing the very day they were born

We each want to be little gods yet pay no attention to the real God

We sulk then fidget on each new gadget alone in torment

The vanity erodes certain plummeted intercourse

We value skulls frozen in ice then want to think twice

The dead at night frozen corpse could never learn again. Silenced by the beckoning noise of darkness;

A shiver through the solace of what is worth more in value. A challenge to be free is a question of time,

Although for now tempted we think we are blind. Blinded by the inner thought of eager silence in doubt.

Crafted in great elegance we prepare the house. As if jars of clay we often pray the way we should.

A lose hood out on the barren pavement in madness through that of spite. We all too often think about things twice. A simple roll of the dice. Marked on a blotted page yet intact. A sprinkle of dung in the mindset of death. Then often pron ed toward desolation from its cry. As children frolic in the envious derision of its silence in plight. A train leaving in the night. With vicious long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood off side. We have every reason by which to run away and hide. A false papal vow torn to shreds/ Tails it is yet so often heads. We make our heavenly abode once again counting to the number ten.

A soul that lies barren in the wind,

A whistle then a cry toward a sudden surprise;

When will we ever live to realize?

Over the Gideon issue Jay Leno questions Howard Stern.

Stern is one that disagrees with biblical truth after all attentive to not let his children watch his program or even listen to it.

Leno knew the score by which to explore a certain truth hence the opened door.

We each must learn to grasp that in this life nobody ever gets by on any free pass;

A page is turned so we could learn the hero’s plight may come out at night.

This world was never intended in being your home.

We seek a far better heavenly home.

While some sit as a dog in search of their bone.

The struggle within lest to where I shall begin again.

Certain fixture lined in mixture within a pier;

A soft melody so very dear lest I shall discern another vast opened door.

An ass is still an ass!