farce of penance drains you pretty,
but your life is just a lull...
love has merged with candid pity...
all the sins are null...
rows of beds are going down...
you don't want to see the truth...
angels ere had left the town...
time is viscous ooze...
sky is calling boiling water,
mould is growing strong inside
lurking in your lungs like plotter...
you have tamed the subtle tide...
raving steam have reached the ocean,
time is stopped by minute hand...
you have drunk your own devotion.
rain is sign that sky is dead.
the reliance was your fares
but as shelter is destroyed,
now just drop thy fervent prayers...
they are void...
Crash
© Copyright: Валар Моргулис, 2016
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