Castelli Di Cielo - Human Vices Create Sky Castles

From the Heavens, our vices seen, stainless, expressionless, push wrinkled coy cadavers... Ancient goddesses sculpting, almost clinging; diffident osseous perfection, lest seeking lives, each draping marble clothing, don't mistake your depravity, for a book or poem of your whole life, -you scrawl yourself... Steel sized love, pull hanging bodies; to the grave, as mankind can only gaze, at childish games... Some gods, cast in Melodrama's, on high sky castles, not many know, a human will,-the architect: can direct and compose, its Purpose...