A PROPHECY OF TIME

Reading between lines is a talent I do enjoy 

As much as praying to all the mighty Gods. 

In loving times of crying Knights

We came galloping into the Light.

Go in circle one more time,

Come and show me you can cry

This is not a rhyme nor a prose

Is just loving men in a song that's lost

The time you found is not time at all

It's our soul who asks for more.

Keep on crying to the night and

No more sorrow will be found.

The shining Sons are brightly crowned

A morning shadow is all you are.

Never mind your carcass vessel

Never mind your mindless eyes

This is the final warning of darken times

This is I of pure blood line.

A Rose will kill you with a thorn,

but we shall live beyond the fall,

Keep on coming through the right

Yearn for mourning y'all thy time.

THE TIME OF NIGHT SHALL DIE AND
WE SHALL LIVE FOR ALL THAT'S I.

11.11.11

KkK

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