Ripping the rings of your renown.
I'd burn your futile, voluptuous home.
Temples by the breeze of ashes blown.
Is your desecrated, mound of a dome.
Decimation to the dichotomy

How can I write in recline?
A man died, awakened and defied.
That niche of desolation,
thriving on our tear's dive.
From rosy luxury,
crafted in his treasury.
Hands intransigent,

On faith, a second notion
to my redemption is not my incline.
The love of a Savior is indeed,
like asking an owl of noon's full define.
Yet I've acquired my own discretion

The Man of Say,
is of anybody, anyway.
His tone yet coarse
of skin rid of deplore.
His eyes, his sword
admonish the bloodiest of wars.
The smile that speaks sugar,

Make your promise and leave.
Bring haste to reason your perceive.
Relieve Adam's seed and take,
Away decit's charm from the snake.
Awake and Austere are your eyes,

On top of this book,
a troubled hand takes afoot.

Onto revelations and vows
to never once descend down.

Yet in thought I'm in the ground,
where roots lay reaching around.

Somewhere on this line of mine,
A torch illuminates my seams inside.

Somewhere on this lot of mine,
Imprisoned prints release their sigh.

Somewhere on this isle of mine,

Righteousness flees
the sojourner's stay.
Deliverance shines the only way.

A circumstance convinced me, all of sight
is not my only through which I've seen.

But the rest, behold their zest,
For those we pocket, never thoughtfully.

Taking so much to please, a masterpiece.
Rarely do we live to see such discrepancies.
With audacity do we strive!
You? Me? Yes, in time.

Messages with Overtones
some will never know.

Keep no sand inside your stone.
Make no place your hallowed home.
Hold in your hands remants of
promises unwilling to unfold.

Keep the silence free, please speak sincere.

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

Time is the only fiend out of my muderous reach.
End time will I always strive to break thy's walls and breach.

Only dreams reap rosy cheeks tonight.
I'd give anything to have a different outlook,
some other hand with better suits and constiuents.

Time's convenant with our skin
assures that we will shed and discard
all that has hindered and scarred
what once held our heart's remiss.

Over and under, the sun never falters.