S L
O O
U S
L T
So lost.
S L
O O
U S
L T.
Descreted from my mother's womb.
So lost, if you would believe anything I'd say.
Speak cynically, and slowly.

Without truth and shine
is where I find darkness
illuminated by black light.

So I'll bear the question
when it is upon me.
Secrets so solmen to me.
Won't hold sway in your view of
reality's dismay.

I am a duality, encompassed by hands.
Of thorns, the truth is.
Alone, always alone.
Soul Lost. So forth and evermore.

Along with the breeze with my leaves fall,
finally you will see!
There's nothing there, behold the empty sea
of hypocrisy. Behold! Swim freely!

Love is esoteric, loathing is endemic.
In love and loath, of whims sworn
Underoath.

Breathe silent as me, find mercy and
it's intermittent wheels. Yes, as the breeze
in this emblazoned days.

Love is a fire, My fortitude is a lie.
Like Beliar, I've polluted this estate
that's all of own image.

I'm of none of your image Adonai,
Nothing suffices in condemning
others for lies I cannot help embrace.

"Once perfection comes, all imperfect things
will disappear. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, I reasoned as a child. But when I became a man, I put aside childish things. For the moment we see through a glass darkly, but in time, face to face."

Face. to Face.