Who is thou MOUNTAIN before the idle feet ?
Who is thou rod in the hand of the mighty ?
The seen sight my ball behold
My heart nexus, the legs petrified
The gun blooms in my heart ; the soul
On its journey to mathematics.
Who is thou mountain before
ZERUBABEL
The MOUNTAIN blooms, the eye
silence in the
Colour of race huuuun
The mind pictures : a sleeping stone to my feet
Your base is my footstool
I have a mountain to climb
The lion I need to hold
the vigour of
My muscle
Mind on errand of blind-sided
A child ball in the day of flower beginning
The ages race and the contest for life
As death is innevitable ; MOUNTAIN is the
Waiting war
A battle of old , the game of fant
Who will mount MOUNTAIN ?
What is MOUNTAIN ?
Oh ! The ignorance of
dogs
The power of the feet standing EAGLE
The fear at young, awaiting at the end
The music of the lethargic : the song of the saints sages
MOUNTAIN ! My amorous bird song
Oh thou IGNORANCE !
My feet on your peak
SATIRE
THE HOLISTIC STUDENT WHO ALWAYS WANT IT VERY EASY
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