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Time is less,
it’s grip doesn’t last,

Time is less,
Each tick tells
a tale of the past,

Time is less,
but swift and steals a nimble stride

Time is less,
a rushing river, and it won’t wait,

Time is less,
an hourglass,
it keeps waning till you’re late.

Time is dust,
and memory unborn

#ThePrince🤴🏽
Time waits for no vessel of clay
Countless,
I have been fractured and made frail
On the lines of love,

First, it seems velvet, I'm rolling, then to the ground,

I have lost my crowns,

This love a thing, has always seem
A battle for me,
Blood on every side,
And I have fought longer than
The Night of Long Knives

Why does love always seem like a war for me?
For even when I find a rose blooming in a cold,
My stars shiver and fall, love trolls me
Yet in its embrace, my warmth unfolds.
Believe in love no matter what!!
Whether in hopes or fears
I've desired always and again to offer it a try,
I know love doesn't come easy,
But sometimes, we re-live the best when we die,
Love has a shade, not of gray but of a shadow-shy,
Of whence destiny and worlds unfold
So no matter the gloom nor eclipse,
My love shall sail smooth, rough skies.


#ThePrince🤴
Whether in hopes or fears
I've desired always and again to offer it a try,
I know love doesn't come easy,
But sometimes, we re-live the best when we die,
Love has a shade, not of gray but of a shadow-shy,
Of whence destiny and worlds unfold
So no matter the gloom nor eclipse,
My love shall sail smooth, rough skies.

#ThePrince🤴
The uncertainties that divorce hope,
A nun's prayer of guilt
And the absolution of sins be-glorified by a Pope,
Rosary & water for sprinkle
A sermon shared at mass,
A wholesale of faith twinkle.

ROMAN 🍂🕊️
Romans
I know I left you wanting all for it last night
And it's such a shame,
How I poorly but paltry performed to your fierce delight

You were all hot and glittering,Then I doused the flame
Producing a woefully 45 seconds quickie game
I wasn't fortified, and failed to ****** thru them" tight

Behind my walls of guilt, I lay a self-fight
Why didn't you moan nor call-right my name?
I know your friends know, and I sense their spite

The name taggings! Oh how my shame rises to fame.
Beaten, bruised, brushed _ diminished
Tossed, turned, tainted and blemished
But for you and I
He had to go over his limits
Became lowest and his powers denied
Such a rare love from the start to the minute
And a passion so pure till he FINISHED!!!
It needs to go viral. It's a sermon on its own
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