When All That Remains, Is Love

Hey Dad, remembering the black and white photo from Nineteen sixty-six; you were just a baby wild hair and your own Little babies smiling aside your precious heart: me as little brother cozy Perhaps not that much given the truth of this flesh ? Gazing into their camera Len's with beautiful Mom and their edifice his imposing structure still proclaiming This righteousness be, God ? But now decades gone by it burns me my loves; scorching Their hypocasy from waning time; puppets, endless she seems dangling from jestive's wires.... Beware of pathetic's Yoke a golden tree ? Peering heart's through time past; rejoice, for all that remains.