Have I nailed,
The Heart of Lust,
In which your eyes glow,
Like a gem
On a rock?
Have I crucified,
My reckless flesh,
In order to attain your smile,
And to make your fame,
Dance on square?
Neither the wind,
Nor the sand
Are able to harsh,
Such a big chance,
In which Fortune sings her Canto,
To awake future Saints;
However,
Let's pretend you know not me;
Let's assume you want profits only;
Let's believe you just need a fire within;
For Desire opens up her Mysteries,
To the Ones who are about to shine.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Have I nailed,
The Heart of Lust,
In which your eyes glow,
Like a gem
On a rock?
Have I crucified,
My reckless flesh,
In order to attain your smile,
And to make your fame,
Dance on square?
Neither the wind,
Nor the sand
Are able to harsh,
Such a big chance,
In which Fortune sings her Canto,
To awake future Saints;
However,
Let's pretend you know not me;
Let's assume you want profits only;
Let's believe you just need a fire within;
For Desire opens up her Mysteries,
To the Ones who are about to shine.
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