Empty in vessels
Tested through medals
Infused with influenza effervescents
I am still waiting for the accent


Spoken for through treasures
I am waiting for the inconceivable measure
Flying flying and flying high
I am making my own merit. By and By.

Fixed in the betwixt twist
Covering the palms of hope as a fist
Suicidal about misssions aborted from trust wrists
Time and time only knowing...
Could this be the test of the testament fix?