Witness. Bare. Hear You, there-
Things break in between.
Take a gasp, breath for air, before once another move.
watch in glimpse, beneath subtle eyes, while lashes hide
things known to the seer.
Time of occasion, rolling counterparts, filters, fields, slavery,
poverty, loss,
loss.
Hidden, too worried to be scared, life, was a stench fought for. Fear was a known mask, hiding love,
and causing war between lovers.
Hate, a breaking of the will, a most bitter seed sown- a deter from anything Holy. Though, Holy nonetheless.
Heathen of Creatures, full, joined of shadow, and light; contrasting
to image, mass retardation, mass injury-
joint
of worlds, misshapen, by The Lucifer, and all the demons of man before and past.
Heathen of things, the world, charred.
less and less, are roses inviting the crafting of then two of cups. Ny,
cups are left, sunk at the bottom of bays, growing urchins, from shipwrecks never found.
This is Love. And how love is lost. And what the words of it actually mean.
Flesh is ruined for power, flesh is ruined for greed- flesh flesh for sale everywhere,
Lure hollow, hollow for meat..
Sheds, full of cow, meat, pig, and man- sacrificial, without a care, pretending it's God that want's the Lamb.
But what need of Gaia, Ra, or Triton for Blood?
No god of mine.
Need not such source as demons; longing for rich fertile earths
and havens vaster than any Scott-land green- Misting for miles.
Throughout history, man has been in awe of the light.
Indeed there is a God, and it is captured in the halo, we find ourselves enraptured to look upon- Not just the light itself, but it's Aura, we are hypnotized to.
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