Where friendship dwells....

 There are riders that ride soo fast

They make my matrix blast 

There are friends that like friendship soo much they will explode a lake with sweet waters into a salty see with lemon raddles 

I know friendship, it can be nice....in comfortable mix with honey milk and drips of ginger ale at making wishes in the night into dreams full of delight.

I know friends can be sweet....a keenship of partners in hearts in mind and a soul link to last....thru moonlight in the night and flying feet in the wind at cloud high sky....with pomps of pink in caramel they sink.

I love to have friends to. But spilling blood for stealing friendship tods would i never sink me precious pride into such bloody tides. 

I think it has to do with misfortune, lack of love and inside torture. Passion for friendship can be sometimes crucially lonesome. Make people kill for caring hands and ears that listen in dwelleres stand. 

Friendship is beautyful....in the hands of minds that value that beauty. 

In woodlanes filled with gras where love dwells in flowers and forever lasts. Blossoming mornings awaking you with the song of birds that sing longings of another spring. 

Friendship should not be a toss of heads chopping each other for a golden bed. 

Neither should it be casting spells for another soul to sell.

Theather can be fun....and the use of masks but once they fall....other costumes can come in place for a good citizens gaze. 

Marching in hell is only for bad citizens rell.

Dont cast any spells for those in weaker bubble coloured wells. 

Oh mon. It was a mispelling....a test a trap for stupid careless tellings.