Ðíşéáşėđ-Łĩęš
How they circulate the mind
corrupting the cells
of utter reasoning
echoes and calls
roars and so much more
left behind in empty filled vats
of what was once a garden of roses
they grew so high and how the sun
would kiss each and every single petal
now they lay torn and ridden
of any devout love
they ever did know
and winter leaves behind a discontent
that will last the summer long
and all the while all I will hear
in these empty corridors
as images of past present replay
is the utterness of the
Ðíşéáşėđ-Łĩęš..........
How they circulate the mind
corrupting the cells
of utter reasoning
echoes and calls
roars and so much more
left behind in empty filled vats
of what was once a garden of roses
they grew so high and how the sun
would kiss each and every single petal
now they lay torn and ridden
of any devout love
they ever did know
and winter leaves behind a discontent
that will last the summer long
and all the while all I will hear
in these empty corridors
as images of past present replay
is the utterness of the
Ðíşéáşėđ-Łĩęš..........
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