The 9th Song

lucaso

We hold divinity upon our fingertips

And destiny within the cresses of our lips;

The embryo of desire, beyond sense,

Unlock’s memory’s key to existence—

The Universe is Liberty’s dream

And humans are defiled by contradiction,

Which is the Heart beat of concatenation

And the intelligence of our conception

Where all forms shall eternally gleam.

  • Author: lucaso (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 15th, 2017 15:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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