The truth... the stars have notions that type a future
     that develop a world, the situation,
      that embraces various powers
  Pleading that plea the icon squeal
For the help, unknown acquisitions pounding, natural decibels, rhythm, drums

Play through the narrow minded clammy chatter
Hold the world, the cage, and lay unbroken
Upon the cold, loud, bed, enthralled, you lay for yourself

Known to exist across eternally the weaves of Absu and valiance
Unknown the assuming , mind speeds towards dispositions, necessitated existence
However people gore through free choice, acquittal for the taking
only ends with the sub sugary deep of the under realms of essence

So thus taken is the butterfly harm & triple the enemies,
one's self a radio to eternity

Wrong answers, a state of mind,  conned of knowing what you need to in assessment of one's time
   what was wrong is the sorry fool of yourself at war, hoping
    notions of the straining work to defile disown and nest inimical
     life..  that'd truly be a lie

When in life does my one and only marvelous love know that the iron glove and the fist of anger above is only winged by the
matrimony civil priestess dawning pure white gowns
she saw the deigning deviance and proclaimed all hail
haste to the ground haste... to the Earthy ground.