Beat me a heart,
unburdened of sin

Through a passing of time.

Through the monochrome hyme.                  

Beat it hollow and cold.

Who Refuse,
thee, the bold

Ever you find,
Your story untold.

For it Currency of
an  unmeasured gain.

Holds its value of nothing,

If efforts are feigned.


Yet,

emboldened are we.

Awaked of gray.

To the right and the wrong.
To the dawning of day.

For the prelude of leaving,
A world gone awry.

Will we never again,
Be the proxy of I.

Here is a slave
Of the whims of a slave
For every a vice
He ever does crave

For never he'll see
Yet jests, just  to see
And pains in the purpose
To be, or just be

For he  does  fail,                                           and fall does he fall,  
Dispite his dismay
built he a wall                            

Yet, Small was his fight ,.                 little.                                                          ­      then none.    

His battle,                                                          ­his war,                                                             will never be won

Night into night,.                                              the day is most nought,                                     for he who has battles                                  that never are fought.

So Weary a body                                         with this as a toll.  

So Foreboding  is this                                      for any a soul.        

But, for u, who are you

Be it sound

Be it  true

You it chance

You it heart

Be it start
once a new.