We spend our days with passions smoldering,
inside the haze we're seen, shouldering
a renewed faith in truer selves, hold high,
lest we view wraiths, impure, sell bold lies.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
We spend our days with passions smoldering,
inside the haze we're seen, shouldering
a renewed faith in truer selves, hold high,
lest we view wraiths, impure, sell bold lies.
I absolutely loathe couplets.
