Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To Apollyon's, never ending curse
..............Folie A Deux..............
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The Convention!
Walk neath the runes of my utterances of love
Spoken words into lost lovers decimal of kiss
Feeling theologizing of acquiescence , each immortal sorrow
Soft words etched in elaterid stages
Whiles angels bring miracles
Placidly each sphere comes to light
Homes in Olympus angels unawareness
Winged beings,angels divine knowledge
Interpreter of prophecies
Through pitted streets scuttling lost baggier
No lasting thundering of time
My face in living flames, I am the flowering rose
Fanned with reflections
Oh soverereign angel, find me breathing
Angel , my messenger of light
Come receive me, children cry
Megaton lights streams , cries heard
Begriming my journey to enlightener
Stone manifestations occurrence
Divines , ageless body
Astral projections,I am all
Sanctify the begriming blood that churns within my decomposing channels.
Douse my life in the distilled downpour of the holy.
Spike my transgressions to the cross.
Let them hemorrhage in crucifixion.
I can no longer carry the burden of iniquity.
Let my soul spread wings and soar away into the nirvanas.
Keep me from blackening in the magma of Gehenna.
Relieve me of eternal desertion in the onyx abyss.
I cannot tolerate to face Lucifer upon his throne.
Pull me away from the heat of the blaze.
Lay me down on the silky luxury of the cloud.
Absolve my sins.
Liberate my ghost.
Forgive me.
No.
Gradin foliums....
These Oratorians of self deceit
Dicentras bleeding hearts....Benighted
Trying hard to portray, something else
And then to justify, this begriming....
Through hollowed and piercing words
Projected towards others
These prima facia showings
Of pretentious light....
Often unveiled, amid their antipodal works
Derived from a desire....Beguiled
That fills this emptiness
The amiss, of their own darkened worlds....
Standing behind the provincial podium
Gathering in others, as they themselves...."Unknown"
While selling their blood drenched tickets
To apollyons, never ending curse
...........Folie A Deux...........
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The Convention!