Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam,
Et lingua eius loquetur indicium.

Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem,  
Quoniqm *** probates fuerit accipient coronam vitae.

Kyrie, fons bonitatis.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison.

O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena esse Virgo creditur.
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena,
O castitatis lilium.

Kyrie, fons bonitatis.
Kyrie, ignis divine, eleison.
  
O quam sancta, quam serena,
Quam benigma, quam amoena,
O castitatis lilium.

Lilium,
Ah, you fascinating flower, an old gardener who still looks after his duty, mumbled to himself in awe of the stargazer and spider lilies,
They seem so majestic, yet innocent to the extent of a wounderous aura sent by their gentle yet stinging smell, spreading across the room
He said to himself that maybe,  if they are as beautiful and heavenly as he thought,their taste should be beyond reasoning goodness, sweet
Just one bite later, the taste engaging in his old mouth has caused him to become numb, confused and with an irrigular heart rate, paralised.
Oh such an intent, to punish all those who dare to bring ruin to their glory by eating them, trying their taste with death ? Truly murderous.
Seeping through his body before slowly draining his poor life force, the fate of an unknowing man who had become the vessel of great unfolding fury of a flower which seemed to be so kind before hand.
A treasure is alike a flower, the gift of life resembling its beauty and hournour, growing proud until the sweet poison of death overtakes it
When I knew the meaning of eternity you were no longer there, Darling

~ Umi

i was a light I couldn’t turn off.
a signal i wasn’t able to ease.
i was a gun devoid of silencer.
i was constant sound, ready to burst your ears.
i was a broken windup toy, a doll marching on, disconnected, loose arm,
hair reduced to a blackberry bush, a sequence of shadows. of shadows.

You came from the sky and held out your hand.
You gave warmth to a frigid land.

When I took your hand, you took my soul.
When I held you, I felt no cold.

For the place in which the Angel passed was my spirit.
I fall into the depth of my mind and I hear it.

You gave me life, and took it with you when you flew away.
Into the sky where the Sun and Moon live, into the sky where I'll be someday.

Mi Ave Marie, mi Angela de Sangre.
Your Lilium echoes in my head, twisted with the hateful dread.

Blessed be the water, essential for the Martyr.

What are these words?

What do they say?

Can they tell me if I'll make it through

Just one more day?



But what are all these words about?

They make me scream.

They make me shout.



Some say they're an outlet for the soul.

They're such meaningful words, they say.

But they're taking their toll.



Can you help me?



And then she came.

The world was new.

I thought she could help me,

And so did you.



The time was now.

The sky was blue.

But I really wasn't sure just what to do.



I hesitated.

I lost my mind.

I guess I let her slip away this time.



And now I know what those words were about.

Words all with hope.

Words with no doubt.



I guess they just weren't written for me.

That was very easy to see.



But today I heard a beautiful sound.

I guess I was proven wrong.

I felt as if my life turned around.



So I walked and walked.

Until I found a mirror.

And wondered what it was doing here.



Then I knew to turn around.

All I saw was a fiery den.

I realized it was all just a trick,

I had to start all over again.



I felt like a fool being toyed with from above.

But sometimes, I guess that's love.

Open-mouthed kisses
may turn it up
They weren’t blisses
but rather, corrupt
I needed ending
And that’s what I got
You needed something
So to you, good luck.

My God
knows Love is all I seek-
Not a life of ***, hedonism,
lust, gambling, and parties-
I do want kids,
to be a wife,
To give back in some way-
To be an aid in someone’s life
and live by what He says-
So what if I’m the wife of a woman?
If our kid’s DNA’s half ours?
I don’t think He discriminates-
Pursue what’s good;
That’s what He asks.

For more than a year
we never met each other
and nothing turns out any
better;

it is just an illusion of time that makes us suffer.

while I am busy
stitching up the patches
you are distracted by the
marching orders.
as every single particles
seem to be the same
there is nothing for us to
blame
the lilium has died
disgusted at the idea of
having it sprinkled
all over your dress
and those kids were never
born
shamed at the thought
of me lifting them all over my
face.
I think we are just too shy
to admit that we are
desperate
desperate enough to cover
up the memories
to run away from all the
reality
and to realize
that nothing ever change
since that day.

I know this love of mine will never die.
I know the light will shine, and I'll say goodbye.

Can you hear me, O Laurelia of the stars?
Are you afraid of me now, this man of Mars?

Can you feel it? Can you feel that I can see your soul?
Can you see me? Can you see that I grow old?

The note in my every song is carried into the wind.
The calling of the Lilium, mein vunderkind.

For all my promises, for all my talk, for all the times that I fought for you, for all the times that I told you that I loved you, for all the days I spent holding you, for every kiss, for every song we sang...

...I failed you, my love.