The Withered Love of The Natural Man
Syndication of a Blessings heeds the timeless Curse!
The synchronized eradication of irrationality.
Sensations of radiating rendition?
Or;
Is it Just an imagination of reflection!
Through in and out flows my desolate heart.
Eons are gone upon triumph and defeat the others have trampled this world and it lays apart.
In and out they go!
Trampling the hearts of innocence and the mindless they seek, for never to cease there rage consumes the plenty.
Affiliated factions of immaculate rations and blood spattered creation upon the heart of the Jaded.
Love
clutches deep within my heart and soul as they continue flee from my
sight piercing the never ending beat of my tasteless Light.
Times of tears,
The tears of tyranny deep within me flow.
Out the window I watch them go
wish
this wish away the Love and Heart in My soul never ending refracting my
beat of the centuries passed that trampled my essence of effervescence!
To the light they run quckly to and fro they go!
My desolate plea, A timeless case.
Restless my heart as it beats back into at supernatural pace.
A curse to me a blessing to they!
In and out it ceases my flow never beginning but always for the ending.
Rigid i sow;
Reap it as I may
Time is naught of the night;
Jealousy has it's feast to envious lessened rite.
Falling back as ashes to ashes are as dusk to dusk,
Flowers forever burning and turning the sour to sweet.
The sweet to sour,
In all my soulless verse I managed to reverse the curse.
As my heart it reaped and the flower grows, the seed of love it was.
I plant and rant some will see a jealous mans rant but will never mistaken his stricken conviction towards the rendition!
The reapers been here and therel
Near to me and watches until I weaken my warriors stare.
Now it is he that watches his back for in his hind sight
It is me that carriers the Warriors Creed with the Cross upon his back!
Heed! they will say never to understand that tis always been a day.
Never once to begin the loveless grin of a tasteless sin!
This is always been my way!
The Withered Love of the natural man.
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
