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Lost with drifting malice be,

Of worth and unknown dignity.

Prideful,. Quaint and truest form,

At either opened door they warn.

Walk on through to space beyond,

A mesmerizing form of song,

And listen to the quelling tone,

As whispers takes you safely home.

For in the darkened shadows of, a broken heart, so wakeful,

The loss and thought of victims sought, so sadly unforeseeable.

In red, red diaries seeking eyes.

The secrets meld unto your mind,

Although in silence neither found,

My lips are tight my mouth is bound.

As winter sleeps without a sound.

Come spring with flowers, natures whim and birds around.

Behold the fortitude of the sin,

Is anguished blood from deep within.

The temperaments a Smokey fire.

As hidden as a hangman tires.

To carry forth with some attack.

The will it suffers forsaken back.

As heaven loses passion from.

Hell and man who have come undone.