Heavenly Bodies, Celestial calms
Each held firm by the pendulum man
In his turning, In his palm lies
The ghost of memories past fading fast.
Rise son of Semele to ascend your throne
Rise beyond the crown of thorns offered to
You in sacrifice. In libation we separate
Acts of faith from the knowledge of belief.
Five leaves left, Islands in the sky
Generations lost, to never question why
Why it is there are no longer stars in the sky?
Why is it that the tears of angelic statuettes
Hibernate within ones own boundaries
Moving on to different pastures
We find the grass no greener on the other side
Upon the other side of morning, Beyond the horizon a
New day has dawned out of time,
Calling on Heaven to rise from ashes,
We're falling charred as embers
Bearing the emblems, the tartans of families
Long since stripped of their dignity
Eloquence is influence so the suits grey in attire
Will have you believe. Forget. Forget to regret
Languish. Not too long in temptations. Lavished
Flash. In redemption
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