What To Do When Emu Stingerboots Are Wet?

and growing more vigorously resist me to ask a God I do not think for a peace that I doubt someday. I hope with patience the insanity of the days that pass and pass over me and every day a scar. 40 days, 40 songs and came across a jump, and is so heavy that weighs even think of getting up, so heavy heart without opening a lock that contains hidden monsters of yesteryear. each step foot dragging by the weight of consciousness, or maybe I could so many of some perhaps, or maybe a maybe. I lean on canes rendered trite excuses, empty words of bleary-eyed in the wake of some tricks and glow in the dark and wet only known how cold the water, and clean water that awakens the senses.
no room for the wings, just a high ceiling to prevent scratching with horns, unfortunately no one escapes the heavy rusty trident hand pricked