Win the sound of fertility
Religion, access of ecstasy
Rhythm of lies comes to choke
Recognize, let’s take the oath
Fight the battle of sincerity
Come to lord, He’ll show legitimacy
Rip fowl land of dirt
Let’s lash the hand of flirt
Rally round to build up wise.
Seal gravel, reach paradise
Believe this candor is rife
Fly into the limpidness of life
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Healing Therapy
In proximity to do the justice
Strengthen twinge to heal the restive
Part this pain from the peer of realm
Redeem all gloom to hold your gem
Kiss high brows of delight
Stop; lose this battle of pride
Hold your breath, just stand beside
Smash this violin, lock inside
Tear into the fragments of niche
Convert to black under coat of preach
Twist fake to reach the crown
Face of lies, is our town.
Strengthen twinge to heal the restive
Part this pain from the peer of realm
Redeem all gloom to hold your gem
Kiss high brows of delight
Stop; lose this battle of pride
Hold your breath, just stand beside
Smash this violin, lock inside
Tear into the fragments of niche
Convert to black under coat of preach
Twist fake to reach the crown
Face of lies, is our town.
They deny what I aspire
Vile is what they desire
With life they want to play
Their hearts have turned to clay
Indeed they utterly loose
Truth they never wish to choose
They surly crave to win
But all they worship is sin
What they cry; is total lie
Yet they aspire to be high
They falsely reveal pure truth
Then they long for ripened fruit
They swell dark, cease white
Blinding witty stars of night
For them there’s only black
To limpidness is their back
They chop wings of dove
Then slaughter innocence of love
For them, unbroken is hate
They cunningly harvest their fate
They claim love has born
But all they sow, is a thorn
No way can trust come close
Died has this bloomed red rose
Vile is what they desire
With life they want to play
Their hearts have turned to clay
Indeed they utterly loose
Truth they never wish to choose
They surly crave to win
But all they worship is sin
What they cry; is total lie
Yet they aspire to be high
They falsely reveal pure truth
Then they long for ripened fruit
They swell dark, cease white
Blinding witty stars of night
For them there’s only black
To limpidness is their back
They chop wings of dove
Then slaughter innocence of love
For them, unbroken is hate
They cunningly harvest their fate
They claim love has born
But all they sow, is a thorn
No way can trust come close
Died has this bloomed red rose
Land of Gloom
Jingle of life, vanished and forsaken
Eco and glow, frayed and taken.
Song of love, died in pain
Birds that hum, gone in vain
Trees with shadows, lost their pride
Flowers in meadows, broken and dried
Bees in hustle, toasted in hatred
Honey that’s golden, perished and faded
Wind that blows, changed its direction
Water that flows, starved of attention
Sun with reflection, has no blaze
Moon with magic, ended its craze
Bones and graves, stacked in piles
Land of gloom, bears no smiles.
Emerging Sin
Swinging cradle of sleep
Pleasure crawling creep
Ruby covering the sky
Wings denying to fly
Minds clogging to deadness
Fingers coming to numbness
Wicked emerging out
Sinister beginning to shout
Wrapping loop of snooze
Breath loosing with noose
Minds being wounded
This foul being routed
Pleasure crawling creep
Ruby covering the sky
Wings denying to fly
Minds clogging to deadness
Fingers coming to numbness
Wicked emerging out
Sinister beginning to shout
Wrapping loop of snooze
Breath loosing with noose
Minds being wounded
This foul being routed
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