"Man may disappear; man will disappear, but The Land will always be here. We are the Guardians of The Land: This is our belief."
Mystical Māori
B'nei Merari
Make the Western Wilderness tremble-clef.
Posture dance as hardcore jungle lists.
We Kahane preserve long life.
We Khan shorten lives.
We choose to relive.
Shanghailander Quarter is mine.
Lumpia Shanghaifa is mine.
Shalombak-L'Haim is mine.
Thai-Mariachi is mine.
Chai Ice-T is mine.
Mabuhay is mine.
Baha'i is mine.
Bahay is mine.
Haiti is mine.
Hai is mine.
Knot theirs.
Hours.
Ma-Yi, I will be what I will be, is so Alive
It's scary-Sunni
Purchased.
She'Chin@town permits Ye-Shiva and Kali-Gente
Foreclosure destruction of ego and the evil inclination.
Anghell no means not just Never Again
But also Never Look Buck:
The envious eye cannot penetrate our Spacific Soulfire.
The covetous eye cannot penetrate our Sunflower
For Suu.
Avengers of Elián Vlad
Scream from desecrated Hāngi
Graves.
White-Nose quizine and Killer Cucumbers are Yours
To recompense upon the headless children of the Wicked
Bitches of the Superpowerless Wild Mildew West.
I am reborn of set-apart Tribal Circumsizion Hunters.
Whose Junglist legacy shine on
Palm Tree crowns
Like yellow Punky Brewster
Wraps?
Try and keep a breast.
Don't try your Beastie Boyz.
Hold fast your Serpentine Popoi-Rods!
Toward the setting of the tsunami hut
Windmills grow with our overflow.
Source:
Be'chol Lashon
