Selfish being has your thunder come across my heart rambling 
Tossed upon your grief 
and wonder 
Has the curdled bolls taught you to kiss the shrines, has the wisdom 
of your torture become my peace 
Has riddled rising feigning dank and rough bounty cursed your plains 
As wandering desert in autumn 
the gathering leaves of hills 
whisper slightly unto my mothers words 
Child, hast thou forgotten? 
Hast thou moved so far away from my native heart 
Betwixt the columns of danger and deceit 
Hast thou become the nightmare of the kindred 
Lost? 
Just because your joy taunted mine 
Does that mean you grace must fall unto the wicked? 
Why can not you slip into the solidity of peace? 
Why can not your spell be cast among the living? 
Lips upon the soil as death does unto the innocent. 
Nowhere than the curves of earth 
Nowhere except the daunting monuments that god hid before the breathing 
Souls of men. 
our wicked captivity has my belt entangled 
In the tears of cities tumbled 
Like weeds upon a foreign shore 
How can you not see the beast in me? 
Deception 
Like the curve of a edible woman 
Is all it will be to you 
Not the glimmer of vast deeds that shatter 
The looking glass of time 
Seek beyond the highest hills 
walk the quietest valleys 
There you will find the whisper of creation. 
As cannons fire overhead, look ye not upon the graves 
look ye unto the eyes that meet.
Rest your eyes on heaven,
 
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