St John Paul ll

gently we measured our compassionate realm I was takened by the mental storm of quiet gestures beckoning the calm bayous the sinking earth of hanging moss craving darkness while seeking lights inner most hues catered to the wild eyes of daintiness and empty sorrows kindered between a bias immortal sphere within thee eternal wrath folded beyond di Vaticans core beneath the rubble of solid structures formed from masses of rotting flesh and the bindery of soiled stained souls of cold shattered existances beyond the robe an awakening era permitted silence among the sheepcotes again through a weakened weariness reaching clawing clinging to a timeless cradle a quickening naught of emptied virtue while death had resided in me underneath a slab of raw gravel apon the holy see