The irrational reciprocity of your vigorous animosity remains your cadent illusion of precepts of binding concept;
Will thou ever find thyself upon thy doorstep of thine own death?
Will thou ever thrust thyself upon thee that is me?
Thy shall beg for thine own divinity upon doorsteps of divinity?
The visions of lies.
The wishing of innocent cries;
The childlike sty.
Caressing my nature.
Radiating a venture;
The cadent cascade of my own intention;
The mention of my submission is thine own power plagued pledge?
To be cast from thy own thoughtless sigh?
To be thrust upon my Liars Chair?
To be flushed from thine own Eyes?
To be shielded from my own innocence.
To be wielded from arrogance of thine own lies.
To be waged of reconnaissance of the renaissance.
The wilted kiss;
My lovers bliss;
My whole live a candle cover for this Restless Mess;
This is such a vision of the Desolate Rest!
To sleep a dream;
To Live in Love;
To shine a radiant beam;
Cast the shadows from thy sight.
Give thoughts of Love;
Accept rhymes canted and counted above.
Can it ever be wilt that my passion has left my mast?
A classed cast of thine own past;
A vision of saddened passed.
At ease with my cease inside my peace;
The please that never ceases to breed insight.
Sight to thine own Might;
Never to Love Nor Like?
Will it ever be;
That in my seed;
That in my deed;
That thou shall ever know my own Rede?
with Love;
Sebastciaun T. Censtcuriaus
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