Roses, at no known noses
Halt and havoc
Before a rage loses
It's hap, hate me for a clock...
Yeast and mustard
Together to dance, a ruley wind
Looking for a grace, to pardon
A whole sincerity, for a clashing mind
Think the bride, the groom
Of a voices violence, but know
A rage in the heart is nothing but doom
Was is a child here, a bared wish to blow
Your mind, with a smile
Cause, quarter, and a cornered clique
With the move's of life, so simple
Seem the next, the expected generation; an it
Is it me, with a sanity?
Is it me, in the denial of a lifetime?
Is it me, arguing the thunder and lightning, in the sky?
Is it me, with a probing tongue, for another lover's chime?
Two bad, I had to fall in love...
Fleeting success, eating lest
A creation of desperation, with a final covenant
These prophecies, make us cry like a passion is our bless...
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
Roses, at no known noses
Halt and havoc
Before a rage loses
It's hap, hate me for a clock...
Yeast and mustard
Together to dance, a ruley wind
Looking for a grace, to pardon
A whole sincerity, for a clashing mind
Think the bride, the groom
Of a voices violence, but know
A rage in the heart is nothing but doom
Was is a child here, a bared wish to blow
Your mind, with a smile
Cause, quarter, and a cornered clique
With the move's of life, so simple
Seem the next, the expected generation; an it
Is it me, with a sanity?
Is it me, in the denial of a lifetime?
Is it me, arguing the thunder and lightning, in the sky?
Is it me, with a probing tongue, for another lover's chime?
Two bad, I had to fall in love...
Fleeting success, eating lest
A creation of desperation, with a final covenant
These prophecies, make us cry like a passion is our bless...
William Shakespeare, could write his sonnet's in a silken tongue, never was...