There Much Love In a Dead Man Eyes

Sweet friends to the morning soul, Days that hear the bells gazing on one's soul.
render me vain to rise up the dying sweet notes, give an joyful thought the entire fixing on the eyes. I saw, I saw the entire issue on high point two angels were born, wings smitten awaiting those flaming swords. singular fathoming where has sepulture stamp heart, their eyes had much love. in measure change the black touch for the poor soul love last. But my eyes were near old gazing son four morning beginning break --- This side burns?? drew him side to slow to speak. him departed who frozen two hour secure thou art appeared disjoin, ere be his way that think death can not see, those track sleep together till comfort come, doubt change behind ledge that enter thy soul. there is much love in an dead man eyes. I am, I was, I am to be. Great justice put us awaiting victory to the poor woman emperor. ( if thou return) Set about the morning light than kill it's wise so that the gods don't see it. ( let me be old seeker of souls) Let me the knowledge, The wiser pity hold back those children lost souls. Men shall pay dearly for justice invisible speech have deed it so. Yeshua will be done. empty out old love in the cold swim of some. for sweet horror led us to the next horror. ( I once swear)

Copyright © Ronald Campbell | Year Posted 2019

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