Opened Up Staircases Do Not Dismiss Minor Qualms

Lavish!  Secure and indiscreet oh so should I swear upon my right hand and declare such utterances that liven gray souls?  Shout out and look the other way and swear that ever song sung is dedicated to you in such a delusional way and in such a nervous way, sleeping swoon like and nervous and savagely I remain here!  I shall pick apart your skin from bone and answer such honest questions with dishonest answers cause I am attempting to disguise my imperfections, it isn't so easy I swear and muses are so few and far between but so are golden girls and loving lips and so are good friends and boundless adventure.  This is our terror and it's spreading on down toward our thighs but stopping at the parts that we cannot control, it's a wreck and my eyes are growing bigger and my hands are aching and my body shakes and my breath it quivers.  Who is solace and who owns a soul?  Who is my master?  Who owns my soul?  I wish we could be like kittens and just lay beside our mother and rest our weary heads.  I dream of us going to Fort Wayne to attend a funeral of someone I barely knew but you knew so well, I'd sit there watching people cry and thinking about flowers while men in nice costumes move caskets into pretty hearses, shouting prayers and deactivating in such a lascivious manner, making something so sacred so crude is beyond disheartening.  Gray liberty, boring liberty.  Freedom is actually free, so don't act so surprised, we had it all when we were born now the world has stripped us naked and left us on our own.  Who is going to consume the dead bodies and not let them go to waste as skeletons spread like wild fire and laughter becomes so endangered?  Is my life a sort of testament to other awful distasteful truths?  Am I a soul without agreement or a ceaseless cacophony of undesirable swill and indistinguishable agonies?  I say no!  NO!  I make a lousy savior but I make a sour lover, it's all understood between two good friends and no good lovers.  Do you see the horses in the white area between the words?  Do they stare out and beg for liberation?  Can we face liberation in such a way that is impossible to improve on?  I wish I could sleep for three years and live a decade in a dream, waking up so refreshed with a silly smile on my face.  From such unbelievable lows to such surprising highs I can't believe that they murder people who stand up for us... I can't believe they just let everyone die just as long as they have theirs and their family gets the rest... I want a peace inside of a sweet soul that knows not evil and does not even attempt to know.  I want a smile of gratitude for being so lively and well thought out.  I am underestimating everyone!  Wolves are friends of mine, this pack will not die in vain.  I am a man and in no way a god, just a breathing thing that knows not what he does.