I have twelve new images in oblivion.
I have a name and symbol for each one.
They're called prison in one tongue
And Heaven in that dogmatic tome.
Though I cannot pick a favor with the name,
"In God's name" sums it quite sane.
It is a trick, I say, I swear, its all the same.
We Love the higher hope for a second home,
I love the second ***** our spiritual song.
Stars demarcate mythic euphony, wrong-
Yet right, a left path to eventual events; halcyon.
Finally! it reveals, it discovers, and it is done
As long as a single soul attempts the tone,
Whimsy finds weight in a wind to bone,
Heart, flesh, mind, the entire abode.
We abide to symmetry in singular nodes.
So I must resonate to my own roads,
For dedication to destiny and its role
Is a path set to reset those perilous holes.
To ferry peoples that forget to hold souls
Traveling on our belief in naming the Sun.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 5:22 AM UTC
I have twelve new images in oblivion.
I have a name and symbol for each one.
They're called prison in one tongue
And Heaven in that dogmatic tome.
Though I cannot pick a favor with the name,
"In God's name" sums it quite sane.
It is a trick, I say, I swear, its all the same.
We Love the higher hope for a second home,
I love the second ***** our spiritual song.
Stars demarcate mythic euphony, wrong-
Yet right, a left path to eventual events; halcyon.
Finally! it reveals, it discovers, and it is done
As long as a single soul attempts the tone,
Whimsy finds weight in a wind to bone,
Heart, flesh, mind, the entire abode.
We abide to symmetry in singular nodes.
So I must resonate to my own roads,
For dedication to destiny and its role
Is a path set to reset those perilous holes.
To ferry peoples that forget to hold souls
Traveling on our belief in naming the Sun.