Behind The Clouds

A chap is packed with sensation,
The one desire in accurate imagination,
And the worship we embrace every twilight,
Is naught balanced to our true aspiration.
We request the way of security not fear,
Even though the devotee is not near.
But the hurt is erected by the dark clouds,
And the vote of the thunder we hear.
We struggle to hunt for the true peace,
Under the astounds and amid the sheep.
We bawl the nights and wipe the days,
And locate the covert in the bottomless sea.
We search and yet we are not afraid,
Since thy blood is prepared to be paid.
I flutter above the anonymous high,
For my God to only and perpetually hail.
I take to the air beyond the ground,
And hear not a minuscule sound.
Though the veins of thy walls
Are fabricated in his forlorn calls.
I coerce the insane to the drizzle,
And pure his sickness with my roars.
I investigated for stillness everywhere,
Everyplace we can not at all bear.
I seek the means of witches and harms,
And yet didn't scale their stair.
Believe thy terms on my paper.
Believe me and my hater.
I weep not the way to non-voyage,
But not pro you to do it later.
Croon with the gust of my lines,
And skip on the safety of my rhyme.
Revolve your heart into paleness,
And pure the row in this mug of wine.
Cancel not the disease in your name,
Not for the primary and not for the again.
Transport the birds from the flames,
And free them from their wretched cave.
Water the rose in your garden.
Implore so for eternity no sin shall happen.
Respire the flavor on your gate,
And snatch the aids from the heavens.
Hardly sprint to the no ways.
Blubber the nights and wipe the days,
Not to seem in the echo in early dawn,
To observe none of the lion's preys.
I know you could not understand me,
Not my verse when I cannot feel,
Nothing but the pain I can smell,
Everywhere God does not see.
But I rebuff not His will,
And the time He suffered nothing but ill.
On the cross He hemorrhaged the night,
And my ache with bug was filled.
I knob the bible to my soul,
To lope and fire my secret goal,
And wing to the clandestine,
And attain the pleasure I search for.
Believe me my valued friend,
That thy lexis from paradise is sent,
By the wholly ghost and his angels,
That tranquility has never an end.
Elegance and wonder filled with prays,
And the only position I can gaze,
To achieve to eternity and its soul,
And the word "peace" God says.
Steel from me everything you need,
Even toss me for fiends so them you feed,
Since my body is nothing compared,
Compared to my soul, which shall never bleed.
Yes for sure I seek no scariness,
And to anguish is no happiness.
I place the rosary in my collar,
And for God I indisputably confess.
I still have little to write.
I still want to lucid the night,
Clear the shadows out of my way,
To gloom it not and fire the light.
God I sense nothing in my vein,
Nothing, not even a simple pain.
I knew the second I was on my knees.
I knew it when I only said your name.
I know how hard it is to be
The time you can never hear,
The time you cannot finger,
Not even timepiece the sky and see.
But peace is within your soul,
Every time our only Lord calls.
Throw away the sin in your dialect.
Throw away the swore and the vows.
Now listen for it must be the end,
Dear lover, killer, or a friend,
Seek nothing but the harmony in thy name,
Seek the phrase ended with Amen.
When silence is what you are willing to hold,
Forget the ugly past to be bold.
Forget everything your hater dreams about.
Forget the diamonds and the gold.
Seek a way of truth and dear,
When you know a bible is near,
And the lies are nothing on our doors,
When they open not our shamed fear.
Search not between the crowds,
And not under the smutty grounds.
Let the quiet thy you always want,
Hide nowhere but behind the clouds