lay fool an i

lay fool an i
pon the remnants of what was life
don't prevent your sense of reasoning
to evade with an arrogant flight...

For i would tell
You and answer that might dwell...
stay inside and rise a guidance of
your own sense of my lesson.

So stay with them
but still... what do i mean?
not a human form feature called,
but the death that shall embrace our function.

LFSwake up

She holds the hand
of another man
but
not for love....
to instill a course with the wild ones:
form lust, break trust, grow pride...
with the gibing essence.

Clashing forth in the regulation of ones once pinned essence is the wring to gleam.... the money it seems... Then rest assured the laity shall soon become the pawn of wealth!

So keep the fate before your faith and learn that the lies summarized... will soon reveal the disguise. And you are but once able to know without meaning that the love which once did coarse through you is not but the givings of life... and the tender one seeks often lust imbued with aggression. Like the course to live in a relapsed ways, a certainty of the character played.

A common theme of a love once rolling with,
the uncouth dependencies... of... our hearts when they're consecrated.
And the features ride, like embellished pride -that shall dress your retainers... yes: this vague sense of a motive held imparts these incredulous ways.