That I should get the opportunity, To hurt in such brave colors.


That I should get the opportunity, To hurt in such brave colors.

You can choose to kill For your beliefs, As I will choose to live In spite of yours.

Finer light on dimension, Emotion as molten As knife cut Intention. Why even dilute then, The widowed dust Like lesson.

Entitled to the inevitable, Their removal through recycle Has denatured the repatriated, So the finest of salvation intact Has appointed […]

Angles decided on attribution In toppled discs read texture As heights are Vital to the docks Of certain pressure.

On terms of when The tournament had turned, To ornamental laid ruined Before we payed patronize, In caged violet candle […]

This time the shovel Was not deep enough, To grovel at the bedrock. That bulged at mouse And then at […]

Beckon in bell rung refusal, That we were not amends Accustomed to a fever, And always a believer Ingested undecided […]

Ambrose is dextrous for then I was, Ought to levitate that was in joust For then the mess is the […]

Bring upon the pricks, A pitcher Of pituitary sips. In which of tents dot The many emery kites, Ought to […]