Far from prosaic
life is mosaic...
Amen I must say for
the lord has came...
Every breath brings
A being closer to His death...
Angels are tough,
Not often do they cry...
Gangrene, shapeshifting, dissolute the orphanage,
away with you now, my willow's orange flame...
Will I be able to fly
If I were to commit a sin...
Oh how the Giant sleeps
waiting, waiting in the deep...
My mind wanders from mediocrities
to the range of reasoning of Socrates...
Mended hearts are sewn
while seeds are sown...
Of all the things I've learned
In this crazy life I live...
I'm one of the 348 deported
We survived barely...
I see it all stripped bare,
the altar where You sacrificed...