The call of Neanderthals thought

My thought is ghastly naked
Upon a furrowed in the region of doleful birds
My eyes a maroon in the zonal Venus velvet
By the Oceanside where I was caked
Lookin for the one that dropped a pinch. Who to the sideway ripples spread?
Larger and larger and larger
It all goes in exchange
Opus of nature rceive no one to wager
I to thee a nincompoops challenge

Who strike the blewy tempestuous hate
Windowed to widows oafished and wolf whistlers fait
In my lowdown and unsacred pulsated fate
I meandered still and forget that the Creator God is spirit
Who control and can tamed any wild impulsed grit

Uncivilized believes there is no gods
Who mans enshrined in their course
They doubt it false by clerge mere a force.