Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

For My Desiring Flame of Chest

For my desiring flame of chest
Forget their blame and light of past.
You can’t return the golden Age
Just turn the page, yes, turn the page.

They say we cannot stop the PAIN
That we should fall in feet of Vain
And die like mice in throat of cat
But we're still here, we are not dead.

Those Benedictions are not yours
I saw the Death on jaded horse.
And kiss of Heaven’s for free souls:
For you and me, but not for dolls.

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