In a matrical realm, born of a sacred womb
Oppilated, no price demanded of
A king will come
Over the land
May his spirit be beautified brightly golden
We all shall be exorable by glory
Righteousness will lead us metitabund
Logomancy leaves us worshipping all blinded
Will he dress in royalty with
Shoes of the finest leather worn?
Recognize evil
In purest form
Written 1/8/2021
Categories:
exorable, betrayal, evil, imagery, woman,
Form: Verse