Children of the Immaculation

************************************************************************ Walking through the palace courts the King, adorned in pristine jewels of love ~ Virtuous, releasing a dove into the sky that it may fly to find, their place in the sun.... Crushed unto powder and dust to be caught amid the wind these lives; truths story?! Mixtures of both night and day; throughout the seasons mingled within the mortars Miry pits of sin that they may know these bricks, just how frail they truly are ~ A windows well; piercing the darkness which permeates, to loose these chains that bind.... Built by the hands in love this breath; reasons, amid puddles of mud they'll rise!? Castaway; calling from the deep unto these shadows which flee at the presence in lights Crystallizations to cast into the wind this sin, that it may forever be buried alive ~ Walking through pristines palace courts with the King; virtuous, its place in the sun.... ************************************************************************ ....“Children of The Immaculation” *