I like literature. Poetry opens my mind. Lyrics are a rhythm for me to move along to during the day. I'm a lyricist for Gudda Boi Classics.
Milk and honey.
Honey and milk.
There are bees near the honey.
There is honey and you're dispirited. You are disheartened. Honey with bees inside the carcass of a lion. Bondage is like confinement of honey in a cookie jar. The lion that attacked Samson didn't quite devour him, his strength was maintained with a promise.
Its over for that lion but there are more lions. It's over for that honeycomb but there are money honeycomb.
It's not over with a lion that knows that they have a pride of avengers.