JJ-stache

To the immortal presence of my past,

the conqueror of my shadows

and the endless blooming hope at last.

If not spoken by,

if not seen in the sky

if not felt in your cry,

than how would you see the truthful lie?

The balance between night and night

darkens underneath earths light.

With my prophecy I willow my mother’s song

and hear the angels ohm from distance to prolong.

The darkest blood drains with the water of life,

therefore I scream for my afterlife.

There we dance larger than life

as we bleed for eternity onto the wildlife.

At last, as freedom is my part,

I shall whittle my tale like art.

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