The eyes of the Eternal, on the lights of this world, the children find a little joy, don’t let them down, the prophet sighs, the box of news, the old sage and the words, you won’t hear them too often, not from the inside, obviously enjoys happy children amen.
The blue looks, is that, the wheel in his hands, i’m driving this thing, can’t even roll a nappy, but knows how to maneuver the car, goes round and round, down narrow lanes, the audience, who is the one guiding him, the old joke, the pope on the motorway at the wheel, in the back seat another, they ask, whom is the pope driving around, a nice party joke, amen.
Does the AI computer and stuff, does is do humor yet, amen.
The rules sometimes have to be obeyed, but there are exceptions. The Old Pope, with choices, surrounded by those whom he has to chose from, stop says the voice, if they are man made rules, he has options, amen.