I hold my standards to an apex inexplicable,
Amalgamate the serendipity bouncing up through every syllable,
Never to extinguish the conquest of a man,
through the echoes of his eyelids that put aside asylum tryna understand.
I ain't shouting to the deaf, nor breathing in the miasma,
I amass a massive mastery and disenchant disaster.
None to believe the heretics denouncing between the flames,
The accusation between falsehoods are strung beneath the names,
A rivalry hosts opinion, incongruent to the mustered memory,
I bode the omens overhead and pray these sanctums hold my enemies.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I hold my standards to an apex inexplicable,
Amalgamate the serendipity bouncing up through every syllable,
Never to extinguish the conquest of a man,
through the echoes of his eyelids that put aside asylum tryna understand.
I ain't shouting to the deaf, nor breathing in the miasma,
I amass a massive mastery and disenchant disaster.
None to believe the heretics denouncing between the flames,
The accusation between falsehoods are strung beneath the names,
A rivalry hosts opinion, incongruent to the mustered memory,
I bode the omens overhead and pray these sanctums hold my enemies.
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