Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine,
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be