No patience
Know avarice
None relationship
Knowledge and spice

No existence, yourself
Know an ordeal like a rub
None with an insight for health
Knowledge and three men in a tub

Now, who is?
Known gifts of simplicity sake
Nothing but marvels, for a legend to pout, this
Knowing what we do, is a date with an angel, fate?

Fake lips at an ordinary meal, set sideways
Liberty's arduous shoulder, to wince at a cloud
Future yet's and tomorrow's lets, living for what stays
Loft to an argued curiosity, the truth is the only wish allowed

Until we think so...
Proper acts and super facts
We are the keepers of might, that knew right
With a pinch of Sulphur and an ink to understand pacts

So, do you think so...
Tears from behind the seeming home of cope, with a praise
And the love bite, of a calling need to let the breeze of sorts, blow
A pace of unity in a chaste shadow, that lets by gones begin to see an age with eyes to raise