Drive thru

By Phil Gioldasis
High end fast dreams and engine roars.
Of all that can perfections tar-pit road.
Ecentric race evil car fueled high octane.
To first gear thrush of adrelinine jolt.
Second flag tenicities to set an race.
Oil turbulance and sound become one.
As fear not the body but soul an lost.
Engine lets out roar go be sent an evil.
As the exterior stage is forth to suppose.
Yes this man lost tunnel of oil is made.
And no this man lost oil be not made.
As flames custom an real to nature.
Betake them both fear decisions law.
Eternal damnation is the hand of man.
As engine desire burns lost terrain.
Where beginin\ is end an end begining.
Numbers numeration an wars end