Which sound lies in those channels of lifeless soul
That picture so opaque standing against the wall,
Talk about that broken switch leading to unsorted energy
Odious was his name for his story was never oyez.
He lies on his pallet with no future pallid,
No precint for his outgrown love is seen
Precocious is his happiness that lead him to all this pain,
Meet a presbyter hear the tales of untold love
Everywhere ruth was found,
Pyre is the end point of all those tears
She was a rector with no mercy for him,
Make me a servitor and i will lavish my life over your feet
Grotesque will be my death for if we coalesce someday
Dilate the word of his death
For now his soul is entailed,
She may enrage her known people
Ensanguine his name under no shrine,
His love was incoercible with no beginning
Inaptitude for her standards; abash him and let him rott in hell
But who knew he was abatering her pain.
Willy are the people last words what he said
Odious are their desires
Patter my no name in your lullaby as i will then fight the fire.
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