To live in a place both bright and warm,
On which the art of the heart is reflected in form

But the heart contains shades of the twisted and absane,
From experiences of visceral desire and pain

Casting shadows betraying the walls of this bright place,
Misshapen against the radiant-true worlds face

Opening eyes of men towards their worldward sprawl,
Thus above there lies the heavens in monochromic fall,
Such colourful devastation, to open the hearts of all.