Secret
Crimson river, tide so wide, mucilage aged in thee
Blessed be the one to pray against the raging sea
Pusillanimous feelings, no honor, resting in an ossified wind
Redemption begets the soil destined for sin
Back away, crush the inside mold, break the pattern
Hot iron strikes the furious percipient mind in discern
Distrust the dogmatic absolute, praise be it in me
Fretful art thou, take flight in haunted melodies
“What is this?” you asked with such hateful discontent
A safe haven of admiration and respectful reverence or contempt
Be it may or be it not, it consumes thy heart with ravaged pain
“Does thou have faint of heart with discourse for bloodstain?”
Sanctify, anoint, consecrate or be damned
Haphazardly except the secrets passed on hand to hand
The ambiguity of said consecration only impairs judgment
So beware what you wish for it may arise in malcontent
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