Confined
Come find
Profound and still bound
Chained to the pain
and lost for a cost from the prasing of hands
The line in the sand
Stated……..
The adulteress women found grace
found a saving face
Just in case
The line in the sand spoke whispers
The man without sin spoke volumes
In DEATH
We find the ultimate ZEN!!!!
In DEATH
Our sweet song is Sung!!!
In DEATH
All the pain becomes the Trophy!!!
In DEATH
Everything come to Fruition!!!
In DEATH
Theres virgin silence…………
in death
Sirens
Crafty Red handed, Angels of the depth of the heart
Sirens
A man’s soul mate, A life sucker towards the best part
Death
A trophy for the strong and a shameful loss for the weak
Death
A humans existence to hide the meek
Afterlife
The black starless travel for the bleak
Afterlife
A mindless Physical illusion for us to seek
Life
A place to only strive in limbo towards Death and Afterlife
Life
A palace for us to enjoy all the sirens seductive might
Dear Purity
InFury
Licking curry, making everything Blurry
Your in such a hurry
Your cuteness went for a scurry
Across the hall and into Hells Jury
Plead Guilty
Sat on the bench in a knot of worry
For life and youth will flee in a furry
But Don’t Worry
Dear Purity
Ill find a place with no worry
and traffic will stop in a hurry
Blurred into a skyline with a silver lining
In a glass of red wine
Sipping on lipstick stains and choking on pick up lines form past lovers
With pictures on the coffee tables
Framed, Incased in copper, silver, and gold.
Incense curls around this scene, Were framed in a smoke screen
No Hell fire or Brimstone
No Holy Water, No Holy Water
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