Coiled embalmed
wretched face of evil
Lies sinned and furied in spite of it's glory
All matters sewn into one prophet
I nail this one seed and crawl
back through it's onset
Winged lashes vast essence
Dead skin holds the poet
A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
A triangular wave left me covered with lies
Essential for it's beauty as the shepherd dies
All fallen enslaved
All vanished awoken
It's eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
That buries three hearts six feathers
One oaken
To crack self made concepts
To hold one great feast
A soak wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
it's a fistful must