Though you believe what undulated sense;
  front for the sorrows you hold
Immediate hallow holds
  of the voracious viable virtues you've known
Lies in the first step; a divination, on the worlds of freedom hacked,
  led astray
These folds of belligerent eternity  viable,
  hurt now kills enviable struts of moments delay
Am I death cause and curses, fellowship of hope returning
Or am I darker practices of a church denials, a bleak future
the worth for chains deliverance, nuance performing. blatant reality
   chasing hearth of platitudes of redemption...
What I have done? I will claim... let the Gods of
deterrence, fate and light, they may deny
That I holding a future, for my own sense of avail,
may withhold the affirmations the golden hues the springtime glory of all that remains,- in the ever truth is the altar of truth
.... Thus all that I've