i traveled far to the engine of souls

Written by: veerle heyninck florimond margriet

my great obidance 
as
a train slipping 
of tracks into a manor of faiths 
my dream is the concusion of are dreams not knowing 
the wings of fortune 
a cristal clear disire 
reaping into flamelike arts 
rippels of destanation 
like a huge addiction 
qualety's blemished 
a new stainted letter of the deposite into grace 

feeling how the leaves are shivering 
clouded by emortial savior 
destend to become the quial 
of are justiced parking hit's line 
that he's is smoking daddie's weeds 
on a drifters hook of pray's