Brass is icky
Gold is dew
Bronze is micky
Lithium is you

Long arms, long legs
Roses in a rational circle
Waiting on the hug of history, is race begs?
Wading into the rain, are we meant and or the devil?

Silence before the storm:
Walls with superior horses, suggest a callous ide
Hello, moments, my name is first among many firsts of norms
When a burden if lasting pasts, is a creature of speed, and its shied...

Novelty versus poverty...
Nations voiced by angel's
Success amid heaven, the count of refraining from innate liberty
When a courage is for what destiny referred to as health...

Heaven
And a typical drama in the sweetness we cue
With exasperation come to a deified hill, the love you have given
Is a remembrance, of reasoned wealth in disparity due?

Hell
Exacting a new flower; of sun, moon and lands ecstasy
In these eyes, the thing of future philanthropy, is a doting and little
Wind of silence, that is broken baring the light of curiosity...

To each their own...
Simply found, and cared for, the lips of a lover
Are the needs of conscience, before composure to regale, a stone?
Of might, that is completed with the honor of privilege, and boy is it moving...