On the stairs,
Of the Altar,
I only see one Hope,
Rising up,
To an unmoving Wheel;
Behold,
Statues smile,
At the unfaithful Clown,
For his grinning is not enough,
To shake the dust off his nose;
Behold,
Six candles illuminate
The Devotion,
Everyone wishes,
To get,
And Silence pronounces a yellow whisper,
To open up devotees' eyes,
And to make them look after
Their strongest science;
Meanwhile,
I'm still sit right here,
And enjoying the company,
Of a purple breeze.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:34 AM UTC
On the stairs,
Of the Altar,
I only see one Hope,
Rising up,
To an unmoving Wheel;
Behold,
Statues smile,
At the unfaithful Clown,
For his grinning is not enough,
To shake the dust off his nose;
Behold,
Six candles illuminate
The Devotion,
Everyone wishes,
To get,
And Silence pronounces a yellow whisper,
To open up devotees' eyes,
And to make them look after
Their strongest science;
Meanwhile,
I'm still sit right here,
And enjoying the company,
Of a purple breeze.
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