A way with words
In translation,
Semantics is lost.
An orthodox beckon
To
Travelling at the speed of light into the void.
Destination unknown.
Lost
For all needing not the liar
He’s been driven away.
En
Oh Western soul, a shrivelling fruit
Would you soon lay
Not in his own, refuse to believe in his own
Seen the last dim of mortal light
Seen the first immortal
Separation from the body of Christ.
Town divided in numerous districts.
The
He is the sovereign
Knows everyone’s heart
Has known it
That which fades away
will not stay the same.
In your
Adrift
All lost in those days
A growing branch to
The trees are grey here
The soil is damp and cold
His
Stretch to the sun
while Earth seeks comfort in the
Until you know grief
You have not seen
The depths that we
Their throats are an open graveThey hold secrets supposedly safeAnd
"Connection after a long period of silence, your cold eyes
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