Alone she sits at the hash marks
Unbeknownst, reason cues you're the friendly play
And there's a rip in the flower
upon these performance parks
Pistil and stamen calls a Phoenix sage

The glory of less than this in the minds eye
Yet you chose to scream" they're my own reasons to hate!"

Have we gone to a year's end trying to laugh, be sinister
Its thorough dance,  life and death, no prayer for the beginner

Dwell as a system where beckoning remains divine
Then you shall fear the course of distinctions
real enchantment can lay
Twisting with therma magics evil spake of time
in a freeze of the cold day
Yet I assume the infidel divide, clover or fork
tongued decrees, knew of
the souls that were being sold
For as the rasp of roses sits
crowded, fire in tears
Betrayal of what you found,
the streets, reminder...
has been only up to you
over these past years