In The Case Of
Silence... — A prison is woven.
The vanity of God is stripped.
Like keyholes carved only to rust,
Love is left bleeding in the dark...
O' our mission that always lasts!
Through outgrown atom-less monarch's
Hearts...relinquished idolatry,
Customising depravity! —
Ha! — The Great Locksmith's Tragedy
Wilts, wilts, wilts... tomorrow's envy
Clings like lust for laughter's return -
In the case of our new born Sun...
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