I sought to love
but hate the candle-lit
burning blue to its wallow wall
of new found lover
...
The twilight of death
descend lowly upon my famished soil
taking to cloud, a kiss of her breath
and futile be all my timeless toil
...
When many mouths gather to mock me,
i left their sullen street
seeking for another chance at
the zero zenith zone as my tired emaciated slippers
...
Now, I know the seeming truth
Behind the scene of tragic theartre
There i mock to
Unfold the mystery of falling lies
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What misty cloud to drop?
what moving ocean for quake?
what passing shadow to praise?
what man's dream to reign?
...
O thou ignorant men, how long,
how long shall you sell your glories
for that which satisfieth not?
poisonous drum of doom
...
My angel! Fairer is thy tender beauty
that your stars within
show a better side of love
pure and innocent
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When death forced thee to sleep
beneath the last famous city of flesh,
where all things that breaths now
shall one day lie so lonely unknown
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The spirit of truth left my faith
like a pillage of vanished vision
stolen before the birth of God
under the canopy of sin
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OUR VIRGIN BRIDE IS GONE
Some years ago
in that garment of fulfilment
thy beauty lifted our smile
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