Treasure Island

Buyunde Acura Sylivester

(8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

Sincerity Prayer


Hours rush by,
But the day no end,
Darkness swift in,
But nights not goin',
Remember this call of sincerity:

Whatever it is in heaven,
We call 'pon thee Lord,
Give us way, and of righteous,
Subtlety bind us to thine road.

Chariots of bloody fame,
Behind the silhouettes,
Of merciless vampires,
Rush past.,
Remember this cry of sincerity:

Whatever it is in heaven,
We call 'pon thee Lord,
Give us way, and of righteous,
Subtlety bind us to thine road.

Swords dripping with red,
Hot blood held,
Behind the name of Holly,
In white garments in no shame,
Remember this beg of sincerity:

Whatever it is in heaven,
We call 'pon thee Lord,
Give us way, and of righteous,
Subtlety bind us to thine road.

Wondering in wilderness,
Shivering in the night deserts,
Stranded in wavy beaches,
But no place to take the cry?
Remember this prayer of sincerity:

Whatever it is in heaven,
We call 'pon thee Lord,
Give us way, and of righteous,
Subtlety bind us to thine road.

Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2012
Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013

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