A promise of life

feel crimes are trouble words.

Dean tossed my mind with a best query.

The sansered problem queries straw where I am.

Where are you?  Where is it been?

I thought we Sarry where I am.

Is he answered; I think it is a hole.

When I die save the freedom a no one rests on,

All my plans have consisted of taking advantage.

Ha krack stink is a lost boss.

I helped ego answer freedom,

It's not angst where I am:  a lie,