The Language of Love
Pillars of Truth don't fear examination
they are masterpieces of patience to be looked upon and acknowledged
They are marveled with madness
but sadly they are a blank page to the artist that created,
as he chews the dust it taste good
his hands bleed but his heart soars ,
a passerby walks past and runs a hand so smooth down the marble
it changes colors but only for moment,
he looks back it's the image of his mother
whispering the language spoken by Angels
Holding up two suns
They're Warrior's Connections so strong the barrier is broken
as climates change it's go unnoticed
even though I touch and smell
I love the numbness.
It's amazing Grace that's saves me
A portion of happiness just be joyful that you receive the ministry of hope
even though She's a ghost amongst the others
an Angel by the Name of Ariel flys alone
when there's order there are diamonds shaped and polished
So our daughters are like pillars in a Palace
As particles float in the light they come alive and blossom
And divine intervention is a phenomena not
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