We, O Yes we stuck together in a time
A time of our needy voices shattered not to brake, less we find our Bloom.
How we became one another, another one over one
Timeless time left as we Savants were Devoured.
We, Ancient and Misinterpreted  
Left not gone as in, has our voyage forgotten?
O saving grace of shining lights.

You Constantly position Guidance of Art
structured against a self embodied frame
Yet Time set's upon us so aimlessly breaching its uniformity Aside a long lost gem. His mind, too relevant throughout a fixture immaculately irrelevant, Gone with identical rhythmic violations
confining thy universal equation of all living life into a painting,
this particle of ye O lord. Doth me wise in finding a will to have endless appeal with thee. To find with utmost certainty
fixation on thee shall parallel the birth of a new age
with inside one who rules all of who is now what is his self.

Take me O Lord or can God save the king?