war torn souls and lusts of men break the cowering spirits to behold a new world born for evil ones calling an unconquerable Sun turned cold they sleep to pass the nightmare of living wonders of chance

shimmering spires, emanating from your soul, the way home is cut.

your pure heart refined of the fire a spiritual forge with glistening spires whereas my heart defiled dross from the melt a spiritual shrine past judgements dealt.

from a time i've come spontaneous life a future already told from the depths in the night a lamp with no light a left with no right squaring the circle as angles do fight from a place i've been a last

a presence of sentience criss crossed in consciousness vortex of ominous desires not obvious personal causeless universal preponderance staring behind you without your allowance without your knowledge

multi universe, absurd as it sounds itself, there is only one.

dust from the mountain, muddy tears, no crops to harvest.

i thought i was true, i thought i was remembered, betrayed by myself.

smokey spirals swoon, lonely dance of leaded death, lovers tears drip hot.

elliptical path, doppelganger purjury, creeping body looms.

dedicated masons to amazing structures flustered musters of racing forces, horses of men all from chaos, to order again from divine interdimensions wrap words around wrists ties that bind, locking twists

your silhouette here, in the warmth of my embrace, long forgotten to my skin.

a fragile crack growing legs gossamer lining to birth a forgotten life.

war is the answer, to stop the urges within, of self destruction.

serendipity, Benjamin dances on by, only one to see.

well the day is old i just happened to miss you another shiver runs through my spine and the night's so cold still waiting for you another tear starts to paint my face after all i did for you can't believe

dew from the dawn grass, spilled in the soldier's battle, sacrificial tears.

is more needed from what is already where to cram more greed in a head that is heavy a heart with a hole a face with a frown a life in a mold hangs a man with a crown once there was love happiness and

what to write, spiritual well dry, too much fear.

depression filters, out of the mind of chaos, distilled from the one.