Perspective: Land Lady

What a Dark Knight. In the land where time is torn. Dons a spawn of satan's born. Someone's wife was sold a dream, there in midnight souls are seen. In the land where dayton's said, sell them candy for the hand and twice at dawn, day to day, watch its settlement find demise. What a Dark Knight. And all the branches grew within. Some feel it now, moving therein. What a dark night.

It's alright, it'll be fine. Hosts are paid more when renting out place. And love finds home when filling up space? Um, optimism.

When the morning rises, and you realize you're still alive, who is really stronger? The thing within or the thing it's living in. It's darkness that turns into light. Perspective of the shining one who always stays strong.

Queens made, are this way. Being home to the reborn and making them new. What would a dying thing be if it wasn't remade into food. What a technology this regenerative mechanism, a negative making its product a positive anyhow.

Land Lady cleans up well.