To All Men Who Can:
We must articulate our sorrow; find joy in the grief
Call the resurgence when anguish is chief!
Illuminate Dark Alley
There is no finale
But the ethereal timeless bliss
Return solemn calling
of the moon,
Return to the mother
flowers in bloom
Listless excursion
Our soul's in aversion
To the petty game we made
Love be thine calling,
Our souls are not falling to this
Infatuous State of Sin
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
To All Men Who Can:
We must articulate our sorrow; find joy in the grief
Call the resurgence when anguish is chief!
Illuminate Dark Alley
There is no finale
But the ethereal timeless bliss
Return solemn calling
of the moon,
Return to the mother
flowers in bloom
Listless excursion
Our soul's in aversion
To the petty game we made
Love be thine calling,
Our souls are not falling to this
Infatuous State of Sin