Bother me no more guilty conscience set against me wish my soul should I abhor. But slowly running havingΒ Β just begun in this locking out of joy.
Tether not my soul tearful demon. Who comes redeeming the past that I so buried with quiet scheming and pain rendered briskly leaving even tepid sorrow teeming.
Take but one more glance of what will be no more. Forever smitten by desires and ever growing climbing spires that scream ascending over what crushed, shall not return to bother me once more.