The unsounded universe is
unveil here.
The sweet mouth with untained.
That is untoward for the sake
Of union, that is universal.
An aware man do unauthentic
Performances.
It ugliness
We hear twain twang
The globe is keeping under
Leprosy.
Poisonous water in the tumbler.
Man is in the ultimate
Pressure of tumour.
He trudge with his truncheons.
Trembling with hear the lizards’
Song,
Lout love the lizards.
See the lovelines of universe.
A luminous picture lay
As a lump.
The lungs needs pure air.
Majesty is the major
Macabre machines
Its maledictions go with
The maid,
Malevolent and malformations
Malice
They malign the universe.
Mammals live in the haze,
They are on the manacles of
Man.
He has a mandrain,
Mangle the eternal bliss.
Its mania is temporary as
Manicure.
Map is mantled by many
Mansions and huts.
Marauded the mare.
Mankind’s marriage held from
Marsh.
The market is loosen.
Marvellous masks siting off
The house of mason’s hut
Where he makes a manor.
He drinks mash.
Masquerades for decieting
The mate.
Who meddle in this Hurly-burly,
For the controversy of
Mausoleum.
Who are author of maxim.
Moulded by the mean maze.
The meadow is also on
The melancholy.
He who has meliorate
The melee.
He sings the melodies songs
His mind malting by the music
All members are mentors
Who ordered the menus,
Merged by the mesmerism..
Mess is on the mess.
Man lives in the meticulous
Mirror
He in the duty of misnomer.
He throughout his mirth.
With sit on the marsh
It hold his misfire,
Who will wear the misfit?.
Misguides are on the
Misfortune.
The barbarians are sitting on
The tree\'s bough,
They are on the sunny of
Cultivators\' melody song.
They are on the way of wearing
Fit clothes.
There is no momentary things
There is no monarch
Everywhere is monitions
Mongers
No one hold the monotonous
View.
The marsh being escape from
The un moralise.
Morality and morale is on
The way of morbid.
They sing the morose music,
It has a morphia.
There is a thunder of mortal
Music.
A cold music hear from the
Mortuary,
Its motion is faster than
Mosquitos\' music.
Muff eat the undiluted food
With munch.
His legs are on trembling
He runs from the marsh
But he cannot do it.
His majesty is there
He lives in his melody.