Ring my bells,
When the cells
Of the heavenly abode
Dispels the ode
Of the dark.
I remain embedded
In this tarnished red,
As I tear down the grey walls
And paint it a violet haul.
Like this mind that's hidden,
For thy made it forbidden,
For this aura bewilders you,
And you cowardly view
The new as a symbol
Of destruction of all.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Ring my bells,
When the cells
Of the heavenly abode
Dispels the ode
Of the dark.
I remain embedded
In this tarnished red,
As I tear down the grey walls
And paint it a violet haul.
Like this mind that's hidden,
For thy made it forbidden,
For this aura bewilders you,
And you cowardly view
The new as a symbol
Of destruction of all.
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