Poison letter
From the stir in the years
We confused with an opus, a crucial identity
Come for anecdote, to warm a cheer that hears

Starts and stops
A willowy wind in the eaves
Sensitive and illustrated cope, the kind to serve ought
The need of simplicity for a charity, in which hearts never deceive

Aspire makes marriage a unity, like heroes of sanity
Blessings come in small ideas, to cherish
Cold shoulders with an order and a sake, know vanity
*** without a reason in the mere, is but a wish

Granted, not semblance of a meticulous land
But a fate with worse words, the total of ides judged
And impugned society, the decorum we hand
To the younger, has become ourselves, to a spirit hushed...

For observing silence is a reach for worth
To sit and become, the better of sanctimonious hysteria
And the open bother we gave to indecision for what occurs
And has a mind to say, at least the day is long in dilemmas...

Yet to be named, a rancor
Love professes and guests the idleness of a house
Built to last the oncoming truth, that we are who we serve
And who will begin the next day, with a droll answer to thou:

Penny lion, penny dying
Sour rapport in our *****, the tooth and the eye of a miracle
Sent to sweet courage, for a season of might to explain, what lying
Is to a lover of hope and charisma, is this side of exception, still...