Sykolodyne Syko


To Immortality


Oh love, thiS feelin is tough
Told u is not rough, it's a bluff.
There's Greatness is in this picture
I can perceive the future
U won't be neeDin it; if its not my touch
I won't be feellin it; if its not ur blush
What fun is life
When demise took a man's wife
To Immortality iS deprived
To humanity death is the last derived
Angelic sounds in metallic surround
Fills my heaRt; n its beats of love around
To immortality; forever gravity
Captivity won't stop my positive activities
To u I give my mind, body n Soul
Let no one ask why is so
To immortality.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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