An eternal void concentrates inside,
Like a fountain of the blessings,
Glimpsing into the usage of english men
Who roam the centuries of finiteness,
After a softening of the voice,
And a trace of a smile that roamed,
One man smiled and replied like
A reptile of the lagoon, a dreaded interior
The bathing rooms with fireworks
Mattered nothing except for the good
In the stars at the night-sky.
Steven grinned continuing to pressure
When the city is empty we come get warm,
With one worn cloth, with one won birth.
This city of lights adventurously emits life,
Fugitives abuse the sixty years and two days.
A dying plant shall never make my words
Fall from the leaves as they flow towards heaven.
The golden paint of this new organism is against
Humans who protrude in the midsts of laughter
I glanced at the wonders of the night
Like women and men of the world.
I drove my mallet into the ground,
Wounding the soil with the sky tonight.
Our burning heads corrode the flesh of our windows,
This glass inside stings the inner heart and royal men
Enter the coppice, so strange a dented landing.
These royal hearts exit, for the welcoming commanders,
You do not have to be special,
Clean blue air of the day seems relevant,
But the small hands are a staring start,
Deep stresses will overcome us always.
To your imagination a sky will bloom,
Worlds collide, as a call is made to
Instigate the twins who roam the earthy ground.
Clay is their element of construction,
Power within shall win in the end as it is shallower
Than the powers that be, winning is the ultimate deed.
The arm wields a word of the same, a language of heaven,