The rivers floating to pave the way,
A hundred deer to boost this ray
But no one there to say it’s true
The chants do hover and sing themselves
When no more listeners to hear the songs,
I sing myself in glossy freighting walnut
Beside the roving rivers and culminating clouds,
The skies are joking in bluish colorless smile
They stair the very steps of my core,
Of all whom loved so wickedly juiced milky love
Still I cannot tell what's true and jokingly raw
Come see me now, caged in my chariness coffined
Homeless walls, I feel the very air suffocating my coughing heart;
I want out, but my voice is silenced to keep dead,
Of all the pictures and image-less faces I could see
My eyes are shut to see me,
What is your motto, they all would say?
Come live this wretched morning, calm the senses
Just be you, yet how can I be? When there's nothing
But fullness figure, and a meaty wagon;
With every moment that steals the day,
My heart is chopped and blasted away
A tormented hinder that cripples these sounds
I cannot rest or breathe aloud,
O' masterfully lord, unchain my heart that bleeds
No blood, but painful soar; the russet muse
Of stench so loud, the very notion to be abused
By light less Cochin's of yesterday;
Now come undone, and clear this ray
That glint a many wonderful clay,
The skies are falling and no one knows;
It shouldn’t be so hard to breathe,
It shouldn’t be so difficult to believe
In purple blood and napkin less weed
Aye, velvet brown in a modest sound,
Come soundless voices unveil this truth
And let this chasm glitch us all,
To the very bottom to explore;
The skies are falling and no one knows
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