But a fool dressed in red
She walked across town proudly
And ventured out
Where no one dared to tread
They all warned her
That there always was
And will be
Ever impending dread
For what comes up
Must come down
O Fortuna, let me lie in my bed
For I am but a fool dressed in red.

There is always a way to keep heart of pain and if some should know how its them and me oh the little me am just blessed by glory and grace to be a set into their own and among lovin hands to be their treasure like their bread they cherish in a way they know. But dont want perhaps intentionaly just like the intentions made bad a good deed is the mistake holy and soul of sinner moretheless mine as only mine as i am who to beg to forgive. Perhaps i will

I learned from other minds
That everything that moves
Is guilty of life. I searched
Across of hearts and found many of worth worthy my love.

I confess sir! Right is well! To speak out of turn i found god.

I learned from minds what of different interests to call it kind as i searched your hearts to caress there are more ways to heaven than one.

I confess sir! I am mad! Madly in love with daughters of man.

As i heared from other minds i got a lot to learn and why would deny on the search of the answer to the question of my heart.

I confess sir if different ward many the flowers to meadow.

As i learned from mind from dying kept as from getting born what you search you find i heared and found the heart of gold.

I confess sir! And sign it in ink. I am mad. Mad like the spring.

From minds of age or other roads than i learned to mind my talk what silence since right and not wrongs hearts to embrace.

Sir! To confess i shall. Hear me your honor and 12 just men:

From walks i found in stone printed the song of birds sing of god only well we were once is told whispered: was made one.

Sir! Of voice of only perhaps but will of more just as fair:
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Sir! Its not meadow making flowers but flowers making meadows. From a seed like heaven reason why its of the humble. Sir!
Give praise to the lord! For dust the world it turns but. Sir! Dont mistake chance and hope. Faith to fate believe of father son still. Sir!
Honor the lord! For hundred folds is his will to yours and word of times surfaces it echoes. Recognize the year in favour. Sir!
Know your father be you love is your lord by been blessed to glory is god you armored and fated to acompany one day in might. Sir

Day alike at the end
Shading pale a view
Rest to sun in vain
Mornin owe to bloom.

Pray to god in kept
Bless in old anew
8 oclock with a last
Fair spring of used.

At the time the same
Moment notice knew
Made rush the step
Way i did from woods.

As the yester to day
As believed hoped too
When a yet of strange
Same nothin as unussial.

Met suprised my path
Less a least of clue
Gave doubt to instead
Yet did reason aknew.

At life what was sane
Sense a witt of truth
Dealt from above fate
Met in sorrow and moon.

Shape of fright and hell
Dressed in coat a rule
Black of dark a darker
Shape in tall a through.

Ever hard to understand
Standing sure he stood
There what is ten steps
Away a be a skeleton to:

Death what he had said
Had been of introduced
As we were standing there
Having all each of dues.

At mare of morrows met
So set to lost wondering
Rain at storms a thunder
Followed flash of lighnin.

Had come to understand
Was elements language
As all the told what said
Words named called to be.

Scare of souls is made
Power of unknown limits
Bells toll from the towers
Voice cared to echo wind.

Breath holds with finger
Points what bone rattlin
Said the storm a travel
Of son the man off will.

Had unfold in hundred
Then to know to mean
Yet soul still a frighten
Held to look from near.

Kept low a thiner pointed
Why been told by lightnin
Flash caught: be unafraid.
What been of embodied.

Sun cant look straight at
Yet youre still surrounded
asked the only: am i dead
Findin palm a hand of witt.

While in pouring rain a wind
Kept howlin like a wild cat
Divine for noless at company
Havent feel a drop of rain.

What been so made to worry
Yet from fear my heart kept
While sip of ever wrong logic
Begged moaning by bended.

What reason if no meaning
Have lost still what no less
What hope is for to believe
Rest low in a shallow grave.

While stand tall and still
I remorse repent and cry
What end of world minute
Coatplayed where around.

Time has become to be
What long waits to find
Pray or hope you believe
Sharpened blade while.

What last word would fit
And song a darkest night
Of else more but forgive
To walk again with god.

What a play of full a thrill
Yet was held my heart
Given in fortunes fated
Made the well the right.

Sharpened blade was to be
So hard for my suprise
If comes end come peace
What to be or to be not.

Shall had the last of least
I toast a glad of delight
In dust told tale of cheer
I am to member to mind.

By measures of sorrow be
What word there to define
What hurt of we all parted
May come together to love.

What death called my fear
Now understand so life
The great shadow casted
Lighnin framed made up.

What to the last i believed
Thought to death i dyed
I had come to get to live
Death i praise any raintime.

What death i thought to be
Saw the same my eyes
Im no less of sure in dream
Call it a friend next time.

Blessed a grace to be
Hope a chance to find
Hesitate a day a merci
Born awaken and time

Them fieldwalks led
As leave my home
Thought be of fate
Eversince im born
Cause be i accept
When destiny call
More nothing less
At hand grip own
Of a promised had
Nevertheleast of
Thought be my day
When a feet goes
The road in writen
Hand handed thou
Word which name
Had given its hour
Souls body placed
Them self aborrow
Thenfore only well
When end to come
Have lookin harvest
Fare as well a long
Plant planted in land
When summer sow
Gave seeds the day
Came none of short
Share with laughter
Tasted our sorrows
And heres the last
Casted sun of dawn
Tale of story to end
Lasted however long
Takes agive to have
Remembered in song
Embody a different
Shape of given form
Reborn within aself
Understand a known
Hold a secret unsaid
Nonetheless a more
Morse left be unfelt
Loves had never told
Morrows before had
Sights amare unsaw
Lowers of lows left
Of man kept to know
Lovers of what aches
Heavens of be home
To be what our aim.

Whatevers a worth
Nights haven dream
Sacrifice i brought
Gods were pleased
Outofsudden told
Now is then to be
Time o may rejoyce
ours of company
I praised them all
Love in surrounded
Wise is the wisdom
Divine of their will
Of any doubt beyond
Suprise of delighted
How kind agenerous
Godlike their beauty
At far of all my awe
While above gazing
My eyes of my soul
Thrill found excited
I cried o perfection
might made beings
Just to had aknown
Heart set to peace
To find in the world
Bout what you is
This life gave worth
A while a meaning
The sun to set of
Done steps evenin
Day to night i was
Right giventh bliss
felt lighted by word
manners appreciated
spare what an hour
I had granted a wish
Yet adviced much so
Beware lust and greed
Want what is to want
have and not have to be
Corse hard to come
rest be to find an ease
Of hearts the sorrow
Havin the time to heal
So i done kept ahold
Had a part from vanity
Great might humbled
Asked to remember me
Answeared forever on.

At the edge where spirits
In a lead of candle light
Wayward heaven as if
Hurried in a great rush

Foretold had and lived
This age of yester now
Lets call as lets agree
Since isnt there to find

All of when we cherised
Maybe kept other side
Forgotten in memories
then we daydream bout

Lost for well is to wind
Played the left of rights
Of words written the ink
Never so cared to find

Roads of dead ended
Silent at fold ten times
Dull and black within
Overlooked made blind

Cold to have in winter
Land to cover in white
Rocked to the big sleep
By a very similar luluby

Longed in taste asweet
Place known be found
Tomorrow as today been
Then before it is what

Worlds i went travelin
Rest abones sacrificed
Hope my faith believed
And hoped for and how

Soul my chest abeatin
Hands hold their palm
Hour by last minute
Had slowly note afind

So what ends to begin
As the world turns around
Morning birds do sing
The dawn concerns not

May once at last it to be
Man onto own terms life
And definitions maturity
love a reason to grow up

Forget pants we are free
Kiss away the fool of doubt
When sky at hands reach
hand is reachin back down

Get down on your knees
merci sakes truth and just
After life another to live
Beg me please my heart

Shiver and blush for me
Be perfect like little child
Without shame alike guilt
A reason to dear to god

A Flower behind your ear
In hand a bottle of wine
golden grapes godpicked
Dancing you spill around

Pain to overcome suffer it
She yelled wisdom drunk
And for the death to defeat
She said you must die

In the far garden of magic
Above us lookin as only sky
Beyond right for ever since
I hurry in that great rush.

There are far worse fates
Than being alone.
To watch myself grow
Maid, mother to crone.
I could waste all my years on the
Same shallow man,
And skip into hell all
Whilst holding his hand.
I could forgo my passions
For his every whim,
And save all my smiling and love
just for him.
I could bury my future beneath
Soil and stone.
That’s a far worse fate than
Just being alone.