Auspicious lies,

And judgment cries, in

Sweet sorrows, and

agitation.

Wounds of courage, and

Demise of bliss, courtesans link

the way,

Of shadow.

Despots cling to resources, and

temperaments.

Tortures, of the future. And

Destiny.

Retribution,

Forces, of kind. And,

Deaths of fortune. Design’s port of call,

Wile’s foremost. And sin, in cycles. Testaments to Greed.

.

Sonnets sung, and strung of treason. The past curtain’s wisp. Of runes, morrow.

Of a sun, and plenty.

Of Rose and sacrifice, it lends penance to the urges. To the fore. And front.

Tarot’s told, and

Truth’s wicked. And

Trenches, are born. Of reason.

And deceit, is shown.

Willow’s bark, deep and dark,

.

And,

winter remains anew.

Sordid.

Who are we ? It ruminates, throughout the room. Denied.

Destination’s cow, a sacred means, and serpents blood: rest, assured.

Stories of vault, and whispers of dismay. Truth’s remains, seen. And Protected.

Slits in glass, and costumed make-up. Certainty, unknown. Scenario.

Irony,

in shreds of silver.

And glory,

in Gold

,

Heaven’s gates close, and a

Tire of ancient realms, windows.

Tirade of the loom is known.

Known,

Throughout the ages,

The

Hero known of no known bounds.

And compounds. Of

The sounds of bliss, in awakening.

A fellowship’s understanding.

In demise, and fortune;

Truth remains.

Design sows fate.

Written,

Divine interrelation. And incorruptible means,

Temples of glow, remind us.

And,

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