Many walk as the enemy of the cross Inside we all hide although pale in comparison to most shaped by the

intellectua l host upon; Rocks of reason its the changing of the season yet we all are suffereing inside though faintly, We look at burning bridges through a loose straw filled with demonic vile affect ed lies Does this all come at any big enough surprise for the angel of light transforms himself To look again at his big fat face with a stolen disgrace in hot bellied chase Through melodic dreams we each derive from its evil schemes; In light of eternity what one does with their time thrown in the lions den A chance to dine with the master then to wallow in the madness In the outset of sadness a gulf fixed in the twilight we each must embellish In time we can honor any fragrance to dishonor the other brother A poet at heart must light the spark where what it was I have been waiting for Through false ego or a misplaced fallen idol of long ago That draft filled with silence in its affordable glue Suffering inside we will hide beneath the common and the new Pierced skulls on a dessert plate with fallen flames no game No shelter to embrace just any idol fate The enclosure read its common decency then plunged in its ardent cemetery. We leave behind no such wish Just an enslavement of its fortitude; Common misplaced swell in the enslavement We long for things that never do please We seek for shelter in the pouring rain very insane We all fall short of what could have been & wish to be A common place gesture for some to misplace ideals Left underneath the caged barbaric tone of dishonest fate Many are called yet few are still left unchosen underneath.