Rice and tea
For a smiling flower...
But I want beauty to be, a sincere key
Caring in this heat, I see you wonder if I Molech's sour?

Rain and tear's
Easy worlds of a questions held, so quiet...
Caring and hope, in a box until wind fears
The space and renumeration, of what callous call's might

Remain and truth
So called future, with a room for when a think begin's
Shoulder's and heraldry, to love a banality's youth
Did a rage tell you, to stay away from imaginary wind?

Remember and treacle
Taken with a pristine cough, the tale has an awkward twist
She of silence is an angel of liberty, never fickle
Look hard, this lie is the only way to judge a reason, ******

Reign of terror
Women in the raving lunacy of a cold shoulder, with nothing to eat
But the stare of wonder, of me's in the rage of a waiting mirror
Where the wish granted, is still a fight with nothing but a heart to beat...